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  1. Jim says:

    My 90 pound golden retriever and I take l o n g walks. He thinks a little quickie is 45 minutes, and feels kinda short changed. It rains almost every day in the summer in my part of Florida. My friends have umbrella, and I have a pancho. When we go out in the rain, the first order of business is to stand still. It takes as long to dry him off as it does to walk him, and he loves every second of it. I guess it’s cheaper than a gym membership, and I find the experience as therapeutic as he does.

    On another note, I’m following my twitter feed for black Friday brutality. On days like today, my prepper friends seem very sane.

  2. Paige says:

    Sweet story Michael. I suspect I have an application with spiritual overtones as I daily ‘scoop the poop’ from the litter boxes….. Poop Custodian…leaving things all tidy, removing all evidence of ‘event’s. Dogs have owners. Cats have staff.

  3. Northstar says:

    I love my Cats, I never really been a Dog person

  4. Michael says:

    Thank you, Paige and Jim…it’s good to write for people who get it…

  5. Jim says:

    “cats have staff”. So true. My wife is more sensitive to our cat’s “right now” commands, and finds my attempts at teaching the thing patience and manners humorous.

    He must know that I pay the bills, as he hasn’t yet killed me in my sleep, but is content to lick my eyelids. I’m convinced that he’s an alien, and both the dog and I are afraid of him.

  6. brian says:

    I had a long diatribe, I appreciate what you said, thank you.

  7. brian says:

    My own cat story, this cat I live with was my mothers when she died. I had helped take care of her during her battle with cancer, as I did her daughter before her and her husband before them. Though he did not die of cancer he died of malpractice. That pretty much sums up my adult life, I know that is pathetic I should let the dead bury their dead and if I love my earthly family more than Jesus I am reprehensible. Trust me I get that one, in spades. But I could not leave them, and did not, I am sure I will pay an eternal price for that weakness. But this little black and white cat stayed true, she would sleep with my mom and keep her company, stay on her lap and pure and give comfort, in this small cocoon we call home. Now I am the only human left outside of a brother in the immediate family but this cat sands guard and offers comfort. She watches movies with me, sleeps in my bed next to me, comes when I need some comfort. She also bit my mom and clawed her and if I ever leave this place I will have to put the cat down because she has a history of biting. I know this is stupid and even disgusting but I could have bailed on the mobile home park before all this sales stuff but I did not know what to do with this cat that had been such a comfort to my mom. I know its disgusting emotionalism and rank heresy, but I chose to stay. Another of my many moral failings. Thats my cat story. I dont think no application can be made by it.

  8. A big hearted man you are.

    I loved this one. Speaks reams of words in a few sentences. How many times we all would throw in the towel had it not been for the understanding love of another coming to our rescue.

    And the willingness to do it over and over again if need be.

    O the limitless reach of God’s loving arms!

    To us a Savior is born a Son is given.

    And O how we need Him.

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