Thanks to my brother Fred and the Truck, I finally got rid of the pile of branches, old fence boards and rocks. It took us a couple trips, but we did it.
I think things are falling into place a little more each day. The first day, Chester wouldn’t eat. The second day, he started eating. Though I’d been offering him his bone, he didn’t want it. But a few minutes ago, he was chewing on the edge of the coffee table. So, I got his bone for him and he went to work on it right away.
I have a dog again. This is Chester. He’s a Chatahoula Louisiana Leopard Dog from Alabama. I’m going to teach Chester the game of football.
Thanks to Mark and Bonnie for bringing him to me.
Is it okay to work hard to get to where you want to be in life, even if you never make it there?
