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Jesus and The Great Kudzu

Did you guys see the article that recently ran about the 'Kudzu Jesus'

Lots of folks have asked how we came up with our Kudzu's name.  Well, truth is it was not by divine inspiration.  Rather mom kept seeing the little, green alien from the Flintstones (aka the Great Gazoo).  Only since that sounded like more of a sneeze than a name, she changed it to The Great Kudzu.  When a Facebook follower pointed out that "Kudzu shows up everywhere and grows on everything it touches" it sealed the deal.  That's just what Kudzu's purpose was to be.

People have a strong, emotional reaction to Kudzu.  He has a beautiful spirit that is matched by the softest coat of fur you've ever had the pleasure of running your fingers through.  But as a therapy dog (in training), the folks he has already been able to visit have been visibly moved by his presence.  Mom says that because Kudzu is missing a leg, people identify with him on a more personal level.  Everyone we visit feels broken to some extent.  Kudzu represents for them a hope that disabled does not mean defeated.  Just because life has left you crippled, that is not what defines who you are.  Kudzu gives people a hope that in their own life they too can have beauty from ashes.

The article on the kudzu Jesus blessed us in the reminder that the vine known as kudzu and Jesus will always be around regardless of your best efforts to put them down. 

And so will our beloved dog, The Great Kudzu. 



  1. AWESOME!!! I love reading your blogs!!! I love ya'll!!!

  2. That is just such a sweet thought. And more proof of the wonderful things furries can do for their humans.

    Woos ~ Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara

  3. Thanks fur dropping by my blog. Thats a cute name, Mom remembers the great gazoo!! too funny!!


  4. Cute name for a Great Doggie!

    Thor and Jack

  5. What a great story...

    Kudzu you are pawtastic! Keep doing what you do best!

    Jesus, the vine, thankful to be one of His branches! Praise the Lord!

  6. Hey Kudzu!
    Wow, your name is pawesome! I liked reading that info. Mom remembers that green guy from the Flintstones. I bet you're an amazing therapy pooch.
    Grr and Woof,
    Sarge, COP

  7. That's pretty cool, I like that little green guy. Have a great day Kudzu!

  8. I saw the article about Jesus and the Kudzu and thought of Kudzu immediately.

    He is special Boon and you are a great big brother to help guide him along so that he, too can do the great work you two do.

    Love ya

  9. Wonderful story about how the Great Kudzu got his name.

  10. Beautiful, beautiful post - thank you for sharing that with us :)

  11. What a lovely post. Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and sending your good wishes for Sweet Pea!

    Your pal,Pip

  12. Thanks for sharing how Kudzu got his name -- at least there's a reason behind it. My name... well... my foster mom named me Blanche. My family couldn't imagine keeping me as Blanche, so they came up with another 'B' name. And so Bailey it was. Not as interesting a story as yours, but a story none the less. ;)

    Woofs & hugs,

    ~Bailey (Yep, I'm a girl!)


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