Today we'd like to share a writing with you by one of our favorite authors: Elisabeth Elliot. This piece is beautifully written and describes her thoughts on a dog's 'mortality'. We hope it touches your heart as it has ours.
Little Black Dog by Elisabeth Elliot It is a late October morning of glorious sunshine in New Hampshire and I sit in an antique rocking chair by the window of an old house which was once a barn. The gray rocks on Mount Lafayette's broad summit are dusted with snow, and the sky is as blue as a sky can be. All that is still green today is the evergreens. Between them are the black line drawings of the thin leafless maples, wild cherries, aspens and birches. The feathery tamaracks are dark gold. Little yellow apples hang on one of the gnarled old trees of the orchard. I keep hoping a deer will come for them.
My friend Miriam and I drove up yesterday from Boston for a few days of quiet at my brother's place. Both of us brought a load of desk …
You guys do remember how Kudzu came to be with us, huh? Mom received an email from her buddy at the shelter telling his tale. Mom melted. Now there are seven of us doggies here at The Love Shack.
People remember that Mom's a softy - especially when it comes to us retrievers - so it is no surprise that we have received a couple of phone calls in the past few weeks about other dogs like Kudzu who are looking for a good home.
The first call came from a dear friend at Brookhaven Animal Rescue League. "Samantha, we've had a gentleman drop off a mother and daughter Golden Retriever. He'd lost his job and house. They are in great condition, but need a home. You know anyone?"
Hot dog! Did Mom know someone? This was just the kind of call she'd been waiting for! When we had the dog camp at the end of summer, Mom had formed a special bond with one of her young campers. "Moon" was drawn to our Goldens and had helped Mom with Kudzu and Scarlet some duri…
Last week marked the birfday of two of our family's girls: Dacey (a human) turned 13 on 9/15 and Rose Bud (a dog) turned two on 9/10. Since RB is Dacey's dog, they had no problem sharing the celebration.
Dacey became a teenager. I'm not sure why, but mom has shed lots of tears and asked most well wishers to pray for her as she enters the next few years. Oh well... those humans sure can be silly sometimes.
In dog years, RoseBud also became a teenager - a full year older than her human.
Tonight we had a party to celebrate the birfday ladies.
Dacey couldn't wait until tonight to celebrate. (She isn't as patient as Rose Bud.) So Mom and Nana took her out on her actual big day last week. When they came home, it looked like they'd brought the mall back with 'em. (Mom says Dacey already has the 'shopping like a teenager down good!)
Tonight Rose Bud finally got to open her presents. Dacey asked her which she wanted to open first. She chose the one on th…
I know that being a Golden Retriever I am suppose to enjoy 'retrieving'. A yellow ball is suppose to be a source of great joy for me. Yet I do not get the whole 'fetch' thing. I prefer to stand near mom and beg for treats rather than to work for them doing a job that serves no real purpose. Scarlet on the other hand lives to run after tennis balls. She can go for as long as the human's arms hold out - probably much longer, but you know how easy those humans wear down. Don't get me wrong. There are times that I'll give the ball a chase to provide the two-leggers with a bit of excitement. I'm nothing like Scarlet though. That dog is obsessed!
Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. John 15:13
If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land. 2nd Chronicles 7:14
Well, peeps, it has fur sure been a busy week here at The Love Shack.
Before I get into all that though...
Mom says I've grown. According to her I've gotten HUGE.
I'm not so sure.
What do you think?
Yesterday was the youngest two legger's birfday. They don't have barkdays like us pooches - although after hearing mom, dad, and the big kids sing to the birfday boy I'm not sure why.
Anyways, Connor turned FIVE. Wowsers - he's as old as mommy in dog years! He had a great party but wouldn't share any of his cake with us. HUMPH! See if he gets a milk bone from me on my barkday!
Before Connor's big celebration, Mom and Dacey took Scarlet and Kudzu to the elementary school. I was really jealous cause I didn't get to go. Apparently, mom doesn't think I can behave myself for more than two minutes at a time. Mom, Dacey, and canines went into six classrooms and spoke to over a hundred students on the importance of being a responsible dog owner a…