Becoming My Dog’s Human…

These are my dogs;…

This is Sammy our West Highland Terrier.
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He is about 7 and he acts more like a cat than anything else.   Although he has an incredibly high pitched bark that will shatter ear drums, its seldom used as anything more than his desire to let you know he wants to play.   I have never met a creature with a kinder heart that this dog.

This is Maggie. Maggie is a Shiranian – Part Shihztu, part pomerian.

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We think that Maggie has some vision issues, and as a result is afraid of absolutely everything; coat hangers, coffee cups, cell phones, and on and on and on.   Maggie is a bit of a grouch, but if you are willing to pick her up, and put her on your lap… she’ll stay there for days.

There are many profound truths that arrive in your life when you own a dog.

The Soap


In World War Two, there was a place of unthinkable evil, pain and suffering.

We know it today as the Dachau Concentration camp outside of Munich.   The suffering of that place stands as an eternal reminder of just how cruel, just how dark, and just how broken that humankind can be.

At Dachau, a Nazi medical officer took upon himself the responsibility of figuring out some way to keep the Jewish prisoners calm as they headed to the showers.     He noticed that as they stood in those ever increasing lines, they got more and more nervous. You didn’t want nervous prisoners.

The Holy Now

The following are the Lyrics from a song that has been nearly impossible for me to forget…

Read the Lyrics, and listen,…  It will be well worth your time,

God Bless, Scott.

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The Holy Now, by Peter Mayer

On Sunday, we would go to church

And pay attention to the priest

He would read the holy word and consecrate the holy bread

And everyone would kneel and bow


Today the only difference is everything is holy now

When I was in Sunday school we would learn about the time

Moses split the sea in two,

Jesus made the water wine and I remember feeling sad

That miracles don’t happen still


But now I can’t keep track ‘Cause everything’s a miracle

Everything’s a miracle

Wine from water is not so small

But an even better magic trick

Is that anything is here at all

So the challenging thing becomes

Not to look for miracles  

But finding where there isn’t one

When holy water was rare at best it barely wet my fingertips

But now I have to hold my breath like I’m swimming in a sea of it


It used to be a world half there

Heaven’s second rate hand-me-down

But I walk it with a reverent air

‘Cause everything is holy now

Everything is holy now

Read a questioning child’s face and say it’s not a testament that’d be very hard to say

See another new morning come and say it’s not a sacrament

I tell you that it can’t be done

This morning, outside I stood and saw a little red-winged bird

Shining like a burning bush, Singing like a scripture verse

It made me want to bow my head


I remember when church let out

How things have changed since then

Everything is holy now

It used to be a world half-there

Heaven’s second rate hand-me-down

But I walk it with a reverent air


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