Speaking of “baaaaack” … we were back on our walking track again. This time we went a mile and a half before ducking inside. Why? The whole time our conversation was punctuated with rumbles of thunder. The clouds were roiling (how do you like that word?). And occasional droplets of rain were splattering around and on us. We did the whole walk and run and sing and dance in the rain already. Chris was NOT ready for a second go.
Speaking of Chris and “go” … she had to go again to take Sam back into Texas for a doc appointment up there. It wasn’t a long one, though. In fact they were back so fast that Freddy didn’t even realize it was them. She usually watches at the door, then comes and gets me. No announcement this time, though. Chris has to holler out for me to come help them get in. Come on, Freddy. You’re slackin’.
Revelation 3:20 says, Listen! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and have dinner with him, and he with Me.
Father, thank you for our little dog. She teaches us every day lessons on loyalty and obedience (of the lack thereof!) and commitment. Amen.
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