So I am, for sure, in and out of commission this week due to the massive wind storms we have had in Virginia. No power or water at my house, and nothing but hot, hard manual labor to be done, so I’m grabbing time and connection wherever I can.
This dog, a Navajo pet, has somehow gotten accustomed to being chained up outside in the 102 degree heat. This is, sadly, how many dogs on the reservation spend their days. This particular pup is fortunate to have a car hood to seek shade under when the sun gets unbearable. As I picked up his children for Bible School, they told me his name is Bear. I guess he is pretty lucky, as far as Navajo dogs go.
Jeff is one of the sweet dogs whose path has brought him into my parent’s lives.
“The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only to be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.” ~Senator George Graham Vest, speaking to a jury about Old Drum, shot in 1869
Yesterday afternoon, our small town held a wonderful little parade to honor the veterans in our area. Downtown Main Street was lined with grateful, flag-waving, cheering people paying tribute to veterans of all ages as they paraded by. Ruby, an illustrious figure often seen cruising around town in her barrel and sporting her goggles and cool demeanor, fit right into the company. I hope this parade will become an annual event. What a great way to honor those who have put their lives on the line for the freedoms we enjoy every day.