Tonight while walking on the treadmill enjoying my music, I saw a steady stream of water pouring down over our kitchen light onto the kitchen isle.
On a happier note I had to share these pictures of Kathleen and Sally waiting for Hayley's school bus.
JUST MY DOG
He is my other eyes that can see above
the clouds; my other ears that hear above
the winds. He is the part of me that can
reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that
I am his reason for being: by the way he
rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he
is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man. With him,
I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a
private peace. He has brought me understanding
where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against
my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me...
whenever...wherever--in case I need him.
And I expect I will--as I always have.
He is just my dog.
--- Gene Hill ---
www page: My Dog
This piece originally appeared in Tears & Laughter
Copyright Gene Hill. All rights reserved.
Just love this piece. For our most faithful companions are our beloved dogs.
Hope everyone is having a great night! Hoping my ceiling will not completely collapse while we sleep tonight. :-)