Accountability
Among the things I cherish most about my closest friends is their ability to ask me tough questions and to not be afraid to offer some tough words when they're needed. I mean that. Proverbss 27:6 (NIV) says this about the subject: Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses.
My friends who aren't afraid to talk to me bluntly about things are the most cherished. I mean that, guys! Don't ever stop.
Having said that, a friend asked me today why I stopped blogging. To tell you the truth, I just haven't hit on anything to write about. I met someone. Life is great. Things are going very well and we're being very well blessed here at Lark Circle. Past that, I don't have a lot to say. I'm cognizant of the fact that what I say about all of that can be misinterpreted by having to re-write my last blog post. A lack of blog posts could also suggest something, too. It's not that I haven't tried writing one several times over the last couple of weeks, but stories seem to be in short supply. I can't tell you what a blessing that is! Life is good. In fact, things are going well in my life and my friend suggested I do have a great story to tell about the Wondermutt. He's right, I do. Here's today's story:
Bucket got out the other night. I wasn't home when it happened but the girl was and she inadvertently left the door open. When I got home later, Bucket was in the house and I didn't even know it. I found out later when my neighbor from down the street said one of my dogs had been out. I went back in and counted noses and had everybody. I told him, "No, it must have been someone else's dog." It wasn't.
Longtime readers of the blog know the stories about Bucket being a jailbird. I've shared with you on numerous occasions the stories about him being on KSL (which started the whole three year journey I went on when the people called him Max). I've written about the time I got a ticket for violating the leash law from the dog catcher. When the dog catcher gave me my dog back, the leash was still clipped to his collar. Bucket has been in and out of the dog pound several times. He likes to venture off.
But this time, Bucket did something he has never, EVER, done before. He came home. On his own.
I think that's just another indication that for the crazy circumstances since I re-filed the divorce, that things in my life are going right for a change. In fact, these days, I have a very different problem: How to cope with things when they're good!
It hasn't happened like this for so very long so we're just taking a few days to enjoy the peace here at the farm. We're blessed and thankful and grateful and something we haven't been for a very very long time which is happy and optimistic about the future!
It feels pretty darn good, too!
My friends who aren't afraid to talk to me bluntly about things are the most cherished. I mean that, guys! Don't ever stop.
Having said that, a friend asked me today why I stopped blogging. To tell you the truth, I just haven't hit on anything to write about. I met someone. Life is great. Things are going very well and we're being very well blessed here at Lark Circle. Past that, I don't have a lot to say. I'm cognizant of the fact that what I say about all of that can be misinterpreted by having to re-write my last blog post. A lack of blog posts could also suggest something, too. It's not that I haven't tried writing one several times over the last couple of weeks, but stories seem to be in short supply. I can't tell you what a blessing that is! Life is good. In fact, things are going well in my life and my friend suggested I do have a great story to tell about the Wondermutt. He's right, I do. Here's today's story:
Bucket got out the other night. I wasn't home when it happened but the girl was and she inadvertently left the door open. When I got home later, Bucket was in the house and I didn't even know it. I found out later when my neighbor from down the street said one of my dogs had been out. I went back in and counted noses and had everybody. I told him, "No, it must have been someone else's dog." It wasn't.
Longtime readers of the blog know the stories about Bucket being a jailbird. I've shared with you on numerous occasions the stories about him being on KSL (which started the whole three year journey I went on when the people called him Max). I've written about the time I got a ticket for violating the leash law from the dog catcher. When the dog catcher gave me my dog back, the leash was still clipped to his collar. Bucket has been in and out of the dog pound several times. He likes to venture off.
But this time, Bucket did something he has never, EVER, done before. He came home. On his own.
I think that's just another indication that for the crazy circumstances since I re-filed the divorce, that things in my life are going right for a change. In fact, these days, I have a very different problem: How to cope with things when they're good!
It hasn't happened like this for so very long so we're just taking a few days to enjoy the peace here at the farm. We're blessed and thankful and grateful and something we haven't been for a very very long time which is happy and optimistic about the future!
It feels pretty darn good, too!
gotta love the wondermutt!
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