I remember watching this Brad Pitt movie called "Seven" where all the people who sinned got punished with a quadruple dose of what they sold their souls for. Pride stands out in my mind as a biggie, unless one gives Big Ernie the credit for the state of what's happening right now in your life. Must be the methodist coming out in me, I dunno. It's been a typical day off here on the lane...lots of errands and covert chats about the state of our union. Right now, it all looks iffy. All I can say is "til death do us part." After that, I'm outta here.
Daddy bought Pride when the renter's girlfriend couldn't pay for his pasture. He and Trapper got chased by many of my dogs over the years, always kindly not kickin' the shit out of their stupid little barking heads. I probably missed my chance at sugardaddy right then and there. They were an odd couple, one a mississippi boy and the other from east tennessee. The sawmill hired them to come do anesthesia at our place and somehow they ended up as my neighbors for a few years. I think Toni was responsible for that :)
There are so many of my friends out there who need prayers right now. Let's just call it faith and name it "unspoken."
^j^
Dogs pretty much left our hosses alone; the CATS were the idjits. Sleeping on the old horses' backs; climbing up their hind legs (THAT usually ended with catsinorbit)...
ReplyDeleteAyup. That Big Ernie, He don't like peoples taking credit for His work.
Nope.