Happy Dogs.

 Happy Dogs.

 

My daughter loves these two dogs. Today a big box arrived full of different kinds of “bones” and biscuits: peanut butter, bac’N’Cheeze biscuits, and marosnacks. Yes, very happy dogs munching on goodies. They would say thank you to Jennifer if they could. And no, the old woman still did not make it to the feed store.

 

Speaking of feed—went out to open up the coops this morning and discovered that something (most likely a heavy hen) had knocked the bottom off the feeder. What a scattered mess. Took the feed tray out of the middle coop and just set it inside the metal coop for them to clean that up. May have to use a different kind of feeder to keep the feed from getting wasted. Have two different kinds, so it will just be a matter of cleaning one up.

 

Anne’s dog Snoop has been going to the nursing home to lie down on the bed with her. Not sure which one is happier—her or the dog. He misses her and has not been eating his normal food. Lesli has tried everything she knows to get him to eat, but in all probability, he is just upset and sad. Dogs are not dumb.

 

Looks as if the new neighbor is getting closer to having a place to stay now. No curtains up yet, but lots and lots of folks going this way and that. One of them must have become ticked off for some reason and backed into the big telephone posts that are laid out in front of my place. No way can the old woman put it back like it was, but at least whoever it was did not hit the water faucet or the stupid Bradford pear. Anyone hitting that tree is going to take out the water faucet as well.

 

We are needing rain desperately again. The weeds are doing fairly well, but the grass is not doing much. Glad not to have to depend on the grass to feed these hens! Can’t water the grass, for sure.

 

Lesli and Jennifer both have migraines today. Stress is such a wonderful thing—NOT! Well, and hormones. The flu shot made me feel like warmed over crud, so have hardly been out of bed today. It is still better than getting the flu. That stuff can kill ya!

 

Lisa Carden’s daughter is friends with a grandmother of a baby named Eden. The baby is only eight days old but has already had more surgeries than most of us would ever have in a lifetime. The baby is on life support and many of the main organs have failed. Please pray for Eden and his family. Some things are just too much for a person to consider. Medical science can be wonderful, but sometimes it seems that life is hardly worth living under some circumstances.

 

Meanwhile, please pray for Anne Perkins, her daughter with her family (Lesli, boys, husband), and Anne’s son Erin and his wife. Not going to say that it is a good thing to prolong life when we are well aware that it is ending, but please pray for peace for this family.

 

Let us pray for peace for this world despite the stirring of the trouble pot that Satan keeps on a boil. We know that God is in charge—and so does Satan. His time is growing shorter by the day. Let us pray for the return of Christ with our whole heart.

 

Pray for those in the Ukraine that they may again have peace and that their country can be reunited with all those who want to be involved with that government.

 

Pray that the rail strikes will not wipe out the economy of this country! Everything we buy may not even be available if this strike—and the troubles that the truckers are facing—is not resolved soon. It does absolutely no good to have a little cushion of money saved back if that money can’t buy anything. In the past, presidents have stopped strikes by air traffic controllers, railroads, and other entities. Not sure that would happen this time.

 

Let us look each day for the joy and beauty that God has provided. You, my friends, are loved.