Me and that dog of mine
I had an interesting day. I had a nice chat with a friend of mine about the differences in our beliefs. I had a chance to tell him it was always right to speak the truth in love, and then he gave me the opportunity to speak a hard truth, in love, to him. It's amazing how God uses us.
I'm assisting in the rearing of a puppy. My houseguest feels that salve for her broken heart looked like a puppy. You should try finding a puppy in the Corona. They're hard to find, and they're going for upwards of $1000. God provides. She found a pup for a reasonable price and when she's at work, I get to puppy-sit.
Today, puppy and I were playing tug-of-war with a rope bone. Bucky and I played this game forever but since he's gotten old, he's not much for that nonsense anymore...until he saw the pup and I playing and the light came on. That used to be a him and me thing. So we got to play rope for a minute. It's about all he had in him, but he gave it what he had. I"m so blessed that I got that opportunity to play with my dog again. You can't know how much that means to me.
I took him to the beach after dinner. It was just about sunset and we just had enough time to get there before it went down. We took a short walk along the beach and then as I was putting on my shoes, we ran into an older guy and his son. The son wanted to know if Buck was friendly. I told him he was.
I always told people that Buck, if given the chance, would probably lick them to death. Two minutes into this random meeting, Buck is licking this guy's face. He wanted a picture of Buck and I let him take one. He told me Buck was very photogenic so I asked him to text me the photo.
He was hesitant. But his dad decided to take a picture of him and I and he texted it to me. He told me that meeting Buck made his day.
Little encounters. They're blessings. On top of playing with Buck, I got a picture of him and me. I know our time is shorter than I'd like. But days like this. Him and me. And God orchestrating these little minutes to me is priceless.
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