Ryder's puppy Maggie has been out romping lately with her daddy and BG visited with them today. They pretty much stay on that side of the golf course as if they know where home base is. Ryder's death was yet another loss that preceded most of the human ones and it hurt just as much. It was, however, a real joy pimping those pups. They were born in cold weather under the floor of our barn and didn't come out for a month. Then all of a sudden there were 9 in the flower bed tromping through mud and hearts. That's how blessings come from tragedy. The people that I met and bonded with and who showed compassion to me during that time are angels.
This will be our second Thanksgiving but first Christmas away from the homestead. Mr. Administrator says no home visits for six months plus it's all scattered with
With that being said, I'm thankful that isis got the shit bombed out of their oil trucks, that Bernie is gaining steam and that Trump will more than likely being the butt of many more memes. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it. If karma will have it, I might just get to have a voice at the sawmill. Stay tuned.