Happy St. Patrick’s Day and Sunday everyone. I spent a few hours at the shelter as the only human today. That always let’s the mind wander. It wandered around where the volunteers may be this day and I know that almost all of them were in Church.
I also go, every morning. I get there while it is dark and see the sun rise. When I stop for a break I look up and see the trees dance. I watch for deer because they sometimes bound across our dirt road. I check out the birds. Other than blue jays, mockingbirds and cardinals, mourning doves have taken up residence close by and love annoying the dogs by utilizing their yards while they are kenneled. The robins seem to have moved on to wherever they go this time of year.
I recognize the miracle when I watch DeeJay take a running start and roll Annie in play. This is DeeJay whom we had to carry out of the woods close by because she had no use of her back end at all. She could not stand and certainly not walk. To watch her run and play and wag her tail is a miracle to me.
I see it when I watch Trouble sort of bound across the yard. He was given up on by the owner but the doctor wasn’t ready to give up on him. He is taking meds for thyroid problems and a diuretic to keep fluids of his little heart. He is a happy little man’s man. He has personality and attitude that won’t stop and every day he hangs around is a blessing.
I feel the miracle when the dog who played so rough with the volunteers that we had torn shirts and scratches---turns out to be the perfect dog for the perfect family who adopt her and can find no fault at all in her.
I just thought I would share why I love doing what I do----Amen