Puppy adores presents. Assumes every gift-wrapped package is for him –
Got caught red-handed on Christmas Eve, snooping around tree.
Guilty …
Puppy lives in state of constant joyous expectation.
Fabulous way to live …
Living life in Puppy Mode …
Sunshine and shadow – embrace it all.
Life’s treasures – darkness, light; good, the bad, lovely and ugly.
Rich fodder for this writer’s pen, if nothing else …
Life often presents real live parables. Puppy is mine.
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I have dreams.
A secret path leads to dreams. Winds through dusty roads, up dim stairways and rugged steps, along endless corridors.
Along the way –
- Jeers, sceptics, wet blankets –
- Dead ends, slammed doors –
- Grim warnings –
- Unforseen restrictions –
- Disappointments, endless waits –
And yet –
Impelling urges on, blazing inferno that won’t be quenched. Lurks just beneath surface of immediate consciousness, hangs like mist, a veil through which real world is viewed.
Still …
Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see …
Fueled by burning urge to write –
So, no matter how I feel –
Must keep going –
Okay, all done, and good luck with shoveling up that poop when the snow thaws …
Never mind what they say.
One piggy, second pig, third pig …
and …
Ha!
Nope! Long before that …
And now –
Don’t know.
Won’t find out till I try …
Finally, one sweet day –
Aren’t you glad you made the climb?
Every day is Christmas for Puppy, any moment might bring gifts.
Thankful for Puppy, a parable of joy and daily expectation.
Gimme, gimmee … gimmeee!
Until next time,
PS: The pictures in this post are all random clicks on Ipad and phone.
