Home sweet home. After a long morning walk, Spike's curled up in a ball on his bed in the office. It feels like he's always been here, though we still call him "Katy" sometimes. And then we wonder why he's not paying attention. HA
We're using two different leashes, one that whirs out to 15' for running ahead and potty breaks, and the other for walking beside us. I love clipping on the red leash from Spike's foster mom Teri.
God blesses some of us with an extraordinary care for animals and love for his creatures. That's a gift we can celebrate and be grateful for. Scripture talks about the gift of service (helping) and the gift of mercy (having compassion). To all the people who foster children and animals, care for the sick, and provide for the needy, thank you! I applauded you this morning as I clipped off Spike's leash and heard the ID tags clinking around his neck as he followed me up the stairs.