Tonight, as I sat on the sofa with my dog snuggled up on my lap snoring, I was reminded of the last time she did that. It was after I first answered a free to a good home ad on Facebook. The woman that rescued my dog and her brother screened me as best she could from Alabama, and once she was mine I could hardly contain my excitement. One night after she’d run around that ancient apartment, she went to sit in my lap, and stepped directly on a blood clot. (I had lots of them then.)I cried out LOUDLY, and from that moment 6 years ago until this evening she hasn’t dared do it again. She’s a dream, my Elles. And today she discovered her newest role. Joy producer. (Along with guard /walking companion/imp/angel/friend/ and therapy dog.) The US may collapse economically. It’s well on its way, and I think of that reality when it pops into my head. There are certain realities for me personally that I think of as well. But in this bedroom with this angelic dog asleep beside me, I live day by day and miracle by miracle. I often say my Elles was sent straight from Heaven. I’ve never believed that more whole heartedly. ❤️
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