More than several-several years ago Marianna was going down the street in our old suburb and this little fella was sitting right in the middle of the street looking at her in her car. She figured he belonged to someone and slowly went around him, he stayed in the middle and would not leave the spot. She pulled her car in a U-turn and went back, opened the door and the little guy hopped in! He rolled around on his back so happy! He was either very lost for a very long time or very neglected. A little ball of matt and his collar rusted shut. He is terrified til this day of rain. I remember our vet back in town, Dr. Mandola, wide-eyed, telling us quietly when Muffie was having trouble walking one morning...We don't know anything about this dog... I was tickled in a way, he said it very kindly as the same way I would talk to one of my little girls. I'm sure he didn't want us to be disappointed or upset if there were to be anything wrong with the little guy. Well, it's been a long time and the little guy has turned out be a sweet little boss man. ; ) He is a darling. Muffie. A Gift.
This morning, Jem tells me Muffie is cold, so I retrieved his coat for him. ; ) He is such a snaggle-tooth cutie here.
Very Muffie. I think he was tiring of that coat, I took it off after he warmed up a bit!
The mornings are quiet here usually. Sometimes quietly hopping with lots of girl activity with our daughters. One studies, one talks a business deal over the phone, one is wondering about a new job...Always something. Our married daughter is getting better, and we're thanking God, making an almost miraculous way for her to go to Dr. Osbourne, a natural doctor and writer. Dr. Osbourne is turning some serious stuff around God's way. Gifts. Miracles. Every one.