I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community today. It's always a pleasure to read what everyone writes about their lives.
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
― Abraham Lincoln
― Abraham Lincoln
I've been reading, sharing and writing more than once lately about point of view. It seems important "all" the time, yet especially this election year. But no, this is not about the election, but about my companion this Labor Day weekend. My daughter's family just adopted a new dog from a cattle dog rescue site last week, and they had previously promised to keep a friend's dog, Lloyd, a sweet and older Cardigan Welsh Corgi. It wasn't a good time for them to have another dog while their new one was visiting. (There's a three week trial visit.) So, you know what's coming. I agreed to have Lloyd for the weekend. He is quiet and sweet and I thought it would be nice to see if I'd like another dog in my life. My husband and I had three dogs in our married life: a dalmatian named Sophie, an Old English Sheepdog named Bentley and a poodle/Jack Russell terrier mix named Timmy. All were wonderful dogs, and I'm not even mentioning the dogs my grown children had that we kept on occasion through the years. We also had a cat named Macavity (Max) and for a lot of years I had a horse stabled in the country-Mariah. I love animals, and miss them in my life.