Chase the Wind

I slept one night and dreamed a dream. The dream was a movie that was so beautiful and charming that it touched me. I was touched so much so that when I awoke I wished to see it again but, alas, it was only a dream. So, I wrote it down that you might read and see and be touched. Then maybe, one day, we may both watch it again.

We came to this place, my son and I, a year and a half after Johnny died. We had been so much in love and looking forward to starting our lives together that once Johnny was gone everything that appealed to me in the place we were before went with him. When I saw this house the rough-hewn stone and rustic construction was comforting in a way that nothing else was. It was windy then, just like it is now as I write this. I remember I felt as if I could hear singing and that the voices knew of my pain and shed tears for me. The ground was so barren and dry then. It was like the land was something I could identify with, a physical picture of what my heart and soul had become. I was home.

I’m looking out the kitchen window at Bobby playing with his black and white dog, Fritz. He has grown so much. He’s now tall enough to look over the white fence at Fritz romping through the tall grass like the puppy he always was. I still remember Bill Thorinson and his beautiful little girl, Julie when they began coming here. Bobby was still just a toddler. Mr. Thorinson was such a big help around the place. He was so happy to help me build the fence and when the pipes needed repair. Perhaps it made him feel good to help someone who needed it so badly. Julie was helpful too, even though she was maybe only two years older than my son. I still remember the look on her beautiful little face when I began to trust her. It was fall of the year they first came. We were all right out by the fence Bobby’s looking over right now. Bill was in his dirty camel duster and cowboy hat, Julie in her bright pink parka. She always wore that jacket when it was cold. At times I wondered if it was the only one she had. Mr. Thorinson had needed to speak with me alone. I’d looked back, worried that my son would crawl into the tall grass and be lost to me. I asked her to stay there and watch over him for me. Then she beamed a smile from ear to ear. She stood between him and the fence smiling as if she had been given the most important job in the world. To me, she had.

I walk into the dining room to set the table for lunch now and can’t help but smile. I remember the times we invited them over for dinner. I set the plates on the hardwood table and can’t help but recall the memories of how Julie’s face would light up. I can’t help but place my hand on the rough surface. It reminds me so much of the feel of Bill’s weatherworn hand in mine when he gave thanks. He was always a kind, gentle man. I always feel safe and comforted when he is around. In the few years I’ve known him he has never made a move on me. Perhaps he realizes from when we talk that I could never love a man so soon. He never asks anything of me, just to help. I never see Julie anymore and Mr. Thorinson only occasionally will come and visit. Bobby says he doesn’t remember her and I think it’s sad sometimes. I wonder from time to time what would have been different if my son had grown up with the charming little girl. I remember to ask Mr. Thorinson sometimes what became of her but, he never answers me with anything more than a sad smile. I feel sorry for him. He must miss the little girl dearly. I know I miss the times we had together. All of us.

I go to the door to call my son in for lunch and there is a noise in the hallway. I turn and look in time to see one of the copper statuettes on the table fall to the ground. I smile and wonder if it is my little Fawn, come to check up on me. She had been Mr. Thorinson’s idea. Now, the wind whipping across this land is pleasant and even soothing, but the first winter after Julie stopped coming was different. A storm had blown up that seemed to want to rip the sturdy stone walls and wooden roof apart. What frightened me more was the angry howling that came when night fell. All the voices and songs that brought me so much peace before terrified me then. When I mentioned it to Bill he suggested a dog and told me of a couple up the road whose dog had had a litter recently. The couple bred champion show whippets and greyhounds. They were not impressed with my reasons for wanting a puppy but, they showed me the litter of whippets anyways. The woman had reached into the squirming array of browns, blacks, reds, and whites. She picked up a small tan female and placed her in my arms. She was the only one they would sell to me so I gave them the money, thinking Bobby’s father would not have approved of the price. She had done her best to prove her worth, though. Fawn loved my son. She played and explored with him, though they never went that far. Nothing like Fritz goes with Bobby now. She found me every time I could no longer hold back the pain and cried. She would refuse to leave me at those times and would stay by my bed or chair until I was better. She would often keep her vigil for days. She was the first to chase the wind.

The storms had continued to come that winter but, they were no longer as frightening. The times when I thought the house would finally lose out to the horrendous wind and collapse Fawn would stand at the window and bark with every ounce of her little body. When the wind blew harder than usual she would be excited, scratching and begging to be let out. As soon as the door was opened she would dash out the door and run all out. She would go far into the distance then return, barking the whole way. If anything was being blown around like leaves or straw she would do everything in her power to bring it down, sometimes leaping five and six feet off the ground. Bobby and I would watch in amazement and awe of how magnificent a creature she was. She loved that copper statue and was forever knocking it down. We enjoyed her company for five wonderful years. Then the bad year came. In that one year, we lost so much I thought we would lose everything dear to us and we nearly did. It all started with Fawn.

The house was old when I bought it. That was part of the charm. The old, rough-hewn stone walls and hardwood floors spoke to me of a time and place long before my husband came to be and so long before his death and the pain it brought. Mr. Thorinson had suggested I have the floors replaced more than once. I agreed it was old and probably long due for it but, I liked the color. It matched the tables and there were no signs of there being anything wrong with it. One day Bobby, being a typical little boy, caught his hand somewhere. I don’t remember where; a door maybe or a piece of furniture. I, being a typical mother, ran to the screams and cries of my child with Fawn hot on my heals. Halfway down the hallway, a termite-eaten plank gave way beneath me but the support held, driving the other end up in the air. It caught her full in the chest. My heart had cried out when I heard her breathy yelp but, my son needed me. When I came back to check on her she was already gone.

I mourned for her but, we were not alone. Two years before that the breeders we got her from called and offered us a six-month-old male who they never could sell and would not be suitable for their purposes. So, we acquired a fixed and up to date bay brown Biscuit. He was of the same stock as Fawn but heavier somehow and he never could match her beauty and grace in stride. Where Fawn was usually with me and Fritz is always with my son, Biscuit never seemed to decide who to follow or what to do. He didn’t even share in his sister’s fervor when she chased the wind. We lost him in the fire later on that year. He was missed too, but we lost so much more.

I walk out the front door to the empty yard. I look around before I call for my son and my eyes fall on the burned remnants of another building attached to the house. It had been a stable once, another casualty of the fire. We had kept horses there. There had been a dappled grey gelding named Silver, a bay gelding and mare, then a sorrel mare. Silver was already old when I got him. He didn’t have much spirit or many years left in him, but he was steady and patient. The others were an attempt at an old hobby I had as a teenager, I was to break and train them for a few friends I had found. I loved to train the others but Silver is ever my friend. With Bobby off at school, I often rode him just to feel the ever-present wind in his mane and my hair.

Bobby was at school the day of the fire too. I was sick and asleep on the couch with Biscuit nearby. I had awakened to the dog licking my face. I felt warm but attributed it to my fever breaking. Then I heard the horses screaming and got up to see what was wrong. I noticed a strange light coming from the window but didn’t think anything of it. I went to the back door that opened to the stable. I tried to open it just enough to look in, but the horses all barged through the door into the house to get away from the flames that had engulfed the stable. I was pushed between the door and wall, but poor Biscuit never had a chance to get out of the way. The roof caught fire which panicked the horses even more. I could not get past them to the front door. The bay gelding kicked at the wall twice and broke through it. The other horses rushed through the opening, but the bay had gone down and could not follow. I stepped through the opening into the waiting arms of firefighters. The prairie fire didn’t claim the house, but it took as much as it could. We lost the stable, garage and everything in them, both vehicles and, of course, Biscuit. The bay survived the fire but had to be put down for he had broken both his back legs beyond repair when he saved us. The roof had to be replaced and the hole in the wall fixed, but we still had a home. The two mares were never found, but I still see them now and then, always off in the distance. Silver comes around still, though I don’t ride him anymore.

For many years after that Biscuit and Fawn would return when the storms came. Bobby and I would watch them running and barking together, back and forth, untouched by the ice and snow. Eventually, they faded away. Perhaps they were content that their job was done. Bobby still saw them playing in the fields long after I ceased to see them. I asked him just the other day if he saw them anymore and he said no. I wonder if he misses them.

I see Silver now. He is hanging his head over the fence at me. I go to him and look into his kind, gentle eyes. I ask him if he’s seen my son and in his eyes, I see the reflection of Fritz dancing in the grass behind me. I smile and thank him. Fritz, we took out of pity. Sometime after the fire, a man showed up at our door with the dog in his arms.


“He is sick.” The man had said.


The vet had told him that it was something the dog was born with. He looked like Fawn, but smaller, thinner and still just a puppy. Fritz was sick for a few months. Several times I was sure we would lose him for good. We would have been sad but Bobby, and I especially, expected it any day. Even during those times, he was always my son’s dog. Bobby trained him. Bobby took him for walks. As he got worse Bobby fed him. When Fritz could not even get up it was Bobby who carried his small body out into the sun. When he was cold Bobby was the one who put blankets over him. When he breathed his last Bobby was the one beside him. Now that Fritz runs again it is Bobby he follows. I turn and see Bobby with Fritz, by his side as always.


“Look.” He says


I turn my eyes to look as he asks and there is Bill in his duster and hat, handsome as always. You see, Mr. Thorinson is the only one of us who is truly alive anymore. I went to visit him once, where he lives, in the extended care unit of Valley View Hospital. He lies in a coma there and looks years older than he does here. There can’t be much more time before he can stay here if he wishes instead of just visiting. He talks sometimes of a young woman who comes to visit him there. I smile and wonder if it is Julie.

I go to my friend and ask him to join us for lunch. The three of us talk and reminisce about other people and other times. I tell him that I wonder sometimes if we will just fade away, like the others. He smiles at me.


“Perhaps.” He says. “But never fear. If we do we will not leave this land untended. As the charm of this place demands, there will always be someone here to chase the wind.”

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Dogs, Blood and Boredom

Today I’m going to talk about something that, thankfully, I haven’t had to enlighten anyone about in a few years. There is a very old but still believed in old wives’ tale that if a dog tastes blood then it will become vicious and or begin killing everything in sight. As a dog trainer and dog owner most of my life I can assure you that this is not true, but you know what does cause this? Boredom and lack of training.
Okay, sit down and let me break something to you. Your dog, no matter how small or sweet or cuddly, is a predator. Ya know those 150 lb animals we call wolves that can take down an adult buffalo? That was your dog several generations back and somewhere, deep down, in the recesses of their mind your dog remembers it. In fact, most behaviors bred into purebred dogs are a variation of some part of the hunt. Even Rover bringing you your slippers in the morning is a variation on bringing meat back to the den for pups. Maybe that’s why they got chewed a little. Now, when a dog decides to chase something, for what ever reason, he is doing something his Maker has put in his mind to do since the beginning of canines anywhere. He’s doing what he was born to do, plus it’s fun! If no one stops him, however, his quarry will slow or even stop. What then? Well, if training or a handler aren’t there to stop him or direct his attention to a different task then generations of surviving in the wild say take a bite, wrestle it to the ground, kill and eat. Every step a dog takes toward this goal is a reward in itself because that part of his brain is saying “good job Rover, you get to survive another day”. I’ve had working herding dogs a good part of my life and training is something that is critical to keep on top of with a herding dog. For those of you who don’t know, you don’t train a dog to herd. You train a dog when to herd, where to herd and when to stop. A couple times I’ve had an over exuberant dog draw blood on it’s quarry and another kill a bird. With immediate and continuous training the behavior stopped and never got any worse. They never went on a killing spree or tried to attack me.
Another thing is that different dogs have different personalities. There are followers who will do whatever you ask, even if you’re a two year old and weigh a quarter of what they do. There are the leaders who are usually the troublemakers and tend to get aggressive and/or pushy. There are dogs that are any number of variations in between. Some breeds have more members with leader personalities than others like German Shepherds, any of the livestock guarding breeds and the bully breeds. I’m going to pick on the leaders.
Okay, in wolf society the lead wolf is constantly being challenged and watched for signs of weakness by the other wolves. A weak leader is not tolerated by the other wolves. In a milder sense (if you’re lucky), the same thing happens with your dog. Many dog behavior experts say you have to be your dog’s leader. This is why. While a dog with a follower personality may pretend he doesn’t hear you, steal your food off the counter when he knows he shouldn’t, not come back when you call him or just choose not to act on the need to have a strong leader; a dog with a leader personality may become aggressive and even bite or challenge you. Having a leader dog (it’s called a dominant personality) isn’t the end of a glorious relationship, however. Leader dogs are actually highly sought after as working dogs. Police dogs all the way to guide dogs and assistance dogs are usually dogs with the more dominant personalities but they must have a lot of training. This is because if you can convince a dominant dog that you are their leader they will do what you say with no distractions.

There’s other things that can cause a dog to become aggressive. Head trauma, abuse and seizures are common reasons. Diseases can do it too. Did I forget to mention rabies? The last lady I had this argument with swore up and down her dog was being aggressive towards her and her kids because it had killed a chicken. She had it put down but had a necropsy done on it and there was a parasite in it’s brain. Yuck! This particular old wives’ tale really gets me galled because so many good dogs that could have been so much more or just never caused a problem ever again have been put to death over it. it’s not always necessary.
Knowledge is power.

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While attending a class to better myself, I’ve discovered something about Silver Fox that never occurred to me. For those of you who have not read my book, Silver Fox is the main character in Demon Warrior by Jaymi Mozeak. We’ve been studying Under Cover by John Bevere in church. Silver Fox is very insubordinate. VERY. It has never bothered me much before because (In case you missed the foreword of Demon Warrior) Silver Fox is me and I spent most of my childhood seeing how being submissive to people who mean ill of you only gets you hurt more. Submission to authority is and always has been very difficult for me.


John points out in his book, however, that not submitting to authorities that have been placed over us is not submitting to God. After all, there is no authority except from God and whoever resists authority resists the ordinance of God (Romans 13:1,2 NKJV paraphrased). I’m ashamed to say I have read the Bible from cover to cover many times and that fact has never sunk in until recently. Now, it stopped me in my tracks. While being submissive to other humans has always carried negative connotations, being submissive to God hasn’t. In fact I am foolishly proud enough to say I could write a book of the things I feel I’ve done in response to God’s request and the subsequent blessings He’s bestowed on me afterwards. (In English… I have an awesome testimony!)  God has specifically come to me and shown His love and grace in, occasionally, miraculous ways. I love Him and want to serve Him with all my heart, soul and mind. It’s still hard at times but I actually do want to do it. I want God to be pleased with me.

Front Cover Picture

By the time we were almost done with the book I realized this was something I needed to mention about Silver Fox in my next book. After all, I pray to God and see Jesus in visions sometimes but she sees Him everyday. Somebody needs to mention that she should behave herself a … lot better. It is taking a very long time to write because every time I put something in it, or forget to put something in it, that God wants done differently I get writer’s block. I mean serious writer’s block that cannot be lifted with any of the usual tricks. The only thing that seems to work is going back over it while praying/asking God what the deal is. It takes a while and Satan is always throwing distractions in the mix. Sigh. Yes, I can get lazy too. There. I said it. Anyways, I hope this works and am looking forward to seeing how the dynamic changes between characters once this new bit of realization gets added.

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Getting Back in the Habit

Hi guys!
Something wonderful happened this past week. I applied to be a Freelance Reporter for one of the local newspapers and they accepted me on a trial run. You have to understand this blog and a few press releases are all of my non-fiction writing experience. They are taking a chance on me. Now as far as all my other writing I’ve had a nasty bunch of Writer’s Block off and on for months so I really need to get back in the habit. Wish me luck! And pray!

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Southern Hills Holistic Fair

Hey guys! Finally dragging myself back into the game. The other day a writer friend had me come to a clinic put on by a local, well recommended, herbalist and I saw this flyer. I  fully mean to attend and am in the works, trying to get a speaker’s spot. Definitely pray, maybe come and I’ll see you there!16195372_10154913224683669_592722471156578162_n

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1st Improptu Motivational Speech Ever!

Okay, before I start, those of you who haven’t seen my recorded speech on You Tube need to know I have aphasia. Aphasia is a symptom if brain damage where the sufferer has trouble getting what they are trying to say in their mind  to what they are trying to say with their mouth. While many people with this speech impediment have it as a result of head trauma, a tumor or a stroke, mine is most likely the result of a few particularly bad asthma attacks I’ve had over my lifetime. For whatever reason I have it, aphasia makes the “speaker” part of my proclaimed occupation (author, artist, speaker) a little more difficult than for others who stand up in front of people to share their opinions and beliefs.

Well, last night I showed up at the local theater to see “Heaven is for Real” a … lot too early. Instead of hang around the empty building for two hours I went across the street to lay in the grass and listen to the various birds sing. As what usually happens in this sweet little town, someone came up and asked me if I was okay. I said yes, and that I was just waiting for the theater to open. Well this person sat on the, not far enough away, fountain and proceeded to engage me in conversation. He was a veteran who had served in Vietnam and spoke several different languages including French, German and a few different dialects of Mandarin. Learning any form of a tonal language, like Mandarin, is impressive to me. We talked for a while before he asked me for help. I immediately said “no” and that I don’t give people money. He back pedaled and asked what made me think he wanted my money. I patiently explained I have learned over the years that people who approach others to ask for money will generally spend it on alcohol, cigarettes or drugs. He got defensive and said I might as well just smack him across the face. As I am just getting over slight case of pneumonia that was certainly a little beyond the amount of energy I was intending to spend that day. I told him if I had more money in my pocket or my bank card on me I would certainly buy him some food or a soda, even a movie ticket but I would not give him money. Then he changed his tactics and told me he was planning on buying beer with the money but it was because he had a head injury from war and it made him unable to comprehend numbers well and it’s cost him jobs…. At first I was just a little annoyed, maybe intrigued, now I was pissed.

Now anyone with any chronic condition will tell you that a sudden burst of emotion, especially anger, will make the condition worse. I informed him of my aphasia and explained to him what it was and how I got it. Then I informed him, as best I could, what it has cost me in jobs, promotions and general respect as many people believe it as only a sign of developmental disability or drug use. Then, I attempted to give him a list of acceptable things to do to better the situation when a person has a head injury. You’d be surprised how many different words a damaged brain can come up with when all you want to say is rehabilitation. Then I told him I will not buy him beer as alcohol will not make his situation any better. I proceeded to storm off before I said anything I would regret and the man called me to get my attention again. I looked back at him and he thanked me. Apparently, without the aid of a teleprompter, typed speech or cue cards I succeeded at giving a motivational speech and got my message across to my small but uncaptive audience. These little moments are worth any amount of strife God has asked me trudge through.

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Speaking Engagement at Spiritual Woodstock 2013

It is official! I am speaking at Spiritual Woodstock 2013 here in the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota. My talk will be titled “Being Christian and New Age”. It will entail experiences I have had throughout my life being a Shaman and a Christian. I have hints and suggestions on how to serve others (especially the body of Christ) with gifts not recognized by the church. I also have information my guides Jesus, Yahweh and Mordicai have given me on practicing my gifts and remaining within God’s will.
I will also be signing and offering for purchase my first novel, “Demon Warrior”, which is based on visions I received as a teenager.

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I’m Finally Home

In a speedy turn of events in one fall/winter season I have married, become pregnant, lost the baby, got to know an interesting Apache and now I am in the town I have been wishing/trying to return to since I left, eight years ago. My husband and I are settling in well… and I got bored… just for a moment. Being a writer I wrote and wrote some more. I think I wrote more for my second manuscript in two weeks than I did for the first in two months, plus I wrote a little for a third. I got a hold of a local writer’s group, talked to a local bookstore owner and walked… a  lot… right… past… the local… newspaper…

Now, I have a writer friend back in Casper who spent time in Yellowstone, writing for a paper. I have taken classes and gone to conferences, all to help me with my chances of getting a bestseller out there. The suggestion of writing a column for the local newspaper has come up more than once. However, Hot Springs is a small town and their paper is even smaller. It only comes out once a week and there isn’t much room for a budding young author’s pipe dreams, but if I have learned one thing over the years it’s that the fastest road to failure is never trying. Well, I looked in the paper for guidelines, the website… nothing other than for Letters to the Editor. I didn’t want that, I wanted something big. So, I wrote something big. I figured it would be a little small for an article so I reduced it to about the size of a column then I took it in person to the receptionist to see if she had any writer’s guidelines. None, other than ones for Letters to the Editor, still she took the bait and the story.

Later on I got a call from a man from the paper. He said the story was a little long for a Letter to the Editor. (It was so hard to not say “DUH!” because it’s an opening to a column!) He said he liked it and wanted to publish it but didn’t want to reduce it any to put it in as a Letter to the Editor. (yay) So, I agreed to what he wanted and this is what he did.   Thanks Guys!—so-glad-to-be-home/article_8d4bb574-6978-11e2-a145-001a4bcf887a.html

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Fare Well Apache

Well, the story of the fear aggressive Apache and hormone crazed Jaymi has come to an end. I went to Metro today to see if I could get some clarification on what happened Thursday and see if I could get one last photo of the little red warrior I loved. Apache was not at the animal shelter today but then neither were a bunch of other dogs I had seen this entire time. Many of the cages were wide open with the papers gone. All of the ladies that worked in the back were busy so I asked one of the guys up front what happened and he said many of the dogs they had were adopted today. Wahoo! No matter what happened to Apache this was good news. I left Metro today without any answers. But I know if they put Apache to sleep God happily accepted him back into His arms with a job well done for through all this, if nothing else, that stray helped me when I needed it the most. If he was lucky enough to be adopted I know his new owners will be pleasantly surprised and I hoped the work I did with him will serve him well the rest of his life.

Goodbye my sweet little red warrior. : )

Fare well my sweet little red warrior.

Fare well my sweet little red warrior.

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Update on Apache

I have a super good update! Apache had a break though today! As usual I came up to the cage and he growled but didn’t move. I entered the cage. He still didn’t move. This time I threw a ball and for those of you in Casper… the 94 cent tennis balls at Walmart don’t bounce… He wasn’t interested but he let me pick them up from between his legs, in front of his face, etc. Then I said Okay Apache. Now we are going to work on getting a leash/lead on you without you giving any trouble. I 1st put my leash in a loop and slid it over his head. He didn’t move! What!? No growls, no barks, snaps? Nope. Nothing. Then I took it off, told him he was a good boy and gave him a treat. Then, probably I just spent the entire summer gentling horses a couple summers ago, I put the choker chain on him, same reaction, same reaction from me. Then I took him out of the cage and found some kids and unwary parents to give him treats. We checked out the cats again and various dogs. All good reactions warranted treats, of course. Then we went outside and said hi to Abi. She was in the car. Then we went in the lobby and he got some more horse gentling. This dog let me gently pop him with the leash all over his body. He only flinched the first time, then the choker chain. He didn’t even flinch for the chain the first time. Then I lifted up all his feet by hand (remember, I was in my horse gentling mode) then with the leash and then the chain. I don’t even think he noticed half of it. Then without thinking about it I rubbed his head and told him he was a good boy.

          Okay you have to remember, this dog bit me hard enough to draw blood just 10 days ago. He bit me again a day later just not as hard. Just a few days before Christmas he was charging the fence, snapping at people who approached. Apache just looked around. Then I rubbed his ear. Ohh I got a reaction with that. I think he melted right there, a nice change from peeing submissively. Less than 30 minutes from the time I took him out of the cage I was rubbing his ears, head, sides. I shook his muzzle like I do all my personal dogs. I was kissing him on the head, hugging him, I even tugged gently on his ears and tail just to see if he’d let me do it. I don’t even think he noticed. I’d want to bring a stranger into the cage to see if they got the same reaction but as far as I am concerned if he reacts the same he is officially ready to be adopted. He still has this thing about growling softly when a person approaches but gone are the days of him trying to bite through the fence. I have to keep in mind that German Shepherds are notoriously vocal so he could just be complaining/ not warning. Still just to see if I could get him to stop that I attached a leash to his collar and put him in the cage with the leash under the door. When I left and approached again he growled, of course, then I squatted, made kissy noises and called him. He didn’t come so I dragged him to the door and offered him a treat through the chain link. I did it just a few times then I had to leave. I think we should work mainly on that until Sunday, then I’m going to have that lady that spilled the beans on him biting me go in his cage. Pansy. Photos to come. I took a bunch of him today. I even got one of his beautiful eyes.

Well. Are you going to bite me today?

Well. Are you going to bite me today?

Gasp! You're letting me do this.

Scrawny boy but What a beautiful color coat.

Are you sure you're not going to freak out today? Are you sure you’re not going to freak out today?

Scrawny boy but What a beautiful color coat.


Such beautiful eyes.

Such beautiful eyes.

I knew there was a sweet dog in there.
I knew there was a sweet dog in there.


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