Was thinking about all the pets in my life. Seems old Blackie is getting a little slow these days. Pets on the mission field are important to family health in my opinion. Furloughs are often rough though and I've been hoping that dear old black dog goes on to doggy heaven peacefully before our next big trip to the States. Dogs for us provide friendship and true protection in a world full of petty and big crime. We are thankful for our good dogs. Below is a repost from a few years back... Tippy was the name of one of my uncles dog's when I was a girl. Tippy was a good old dog. She seemed to live a good life. I remember as a little city girl thinking that some day I could have a dog, too. That day came after we moved from the big city to the country hillsides of Virginia. Daddy went to see a man about a dog and came home with Star. She was a pretty black dog with a small white patch that earned her the name of Star. She was an outside dog and a good one....
Just a mama trying to bloom where she is planted in the dry Northeast of Brazil.