A very old stray {The Old Fella Story}
Went camping this weekend at a campground on the lake, had not been there for a few years. Once there I began to walk around looking at the different sites when I noticed a very old dog. He just lay t...
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I went to feed Roscoe and give him fresh water today and he was glad to see me. I looked at him and thought how we might be able to save him, but with a history of biting it is hard to give him to anyone or even think about it. Roscoe is a young dog and very healthy looking its a shame to see him have to be put down but I guess he has sealed his own fate.
Tomorrow I will go with Roger Jenkins from the Waynesboro animal shelter and pick Roscoe up and send him on his way. I would take him to the vet myself but I don't want to take the chance of being bitten, besides Roger has the equipment to do this that I don't have. Roscoe acted friendly towards me when I am around him but I understand it is when you try to get him to do something he doesn't want to do that he turns nasty. I wish I knew how our friend's wife made the trip. It is about six hours to the northwestern part of Georgia from Waynesboro so it will be hard on her.
That part of the state is beautiful with the mountains so Sue and I may take a run up to visit sometime soon. Today is a nice day with the feel of fall in the air. Soon the fall colors will fill the landscape and the nights will be cool enough for a camp fire as another season comes. It's sad to think of a life so young slipping away. So this year when you see a leaf slip from a tree with its brilliant colors and float spiraling to the ground, think how life is much like that leaf. The leaves of fall for a time have been clinging onto that branch enduring the storms and droughts of summer. Then in its brightest hour of color it takes its last breath and slips from the perch it has held on to and floats to the earth leaving only a memory of its former glory.
We only have one chance to leave a lasting impression for those we leave behind. I hope what I leave is a life filled with precious memories of what can happen when a vision becomes that of a community and lives are changed for the better.
Tomorrow I will go with Roger Jenkins from the Waynesboro animal shelter and pick Roscoe up and send him on his way. I would take him to the vet myself but I don't want to take the chance of being bitten, besides Roger has the equipment to do this that I don't have. Roscoe acted friendly towards me when I am around him but I understand it is when you try to get him to do something he doesn't want to do that he turns nasty. I wish I knew how our friend's wife made the trip. It is about six hours to the northwestern part of Georgia from Waynesboro so it will be hard on her.
That part of the state is beautiful with the mountains so Sue and I may take a run up to visit sometime soon. Today is a nice day with the feel of fall in the air. Soon the fall colors will fill the landscape and the nights will be cool enough for a camp fire as another season comes. It's sad to think of a life so young slipping away. So this year when you see a leaf slip from a tree with its brilliant colors and float spiraling to the ground, think how life is much like that leaf. The leaves of fall for a time have been clinging onto that branch enduring the storms and droughts of summer. Then in its brightest hour of color it takes its last breath and slips from the perch it has held on to and floats to the earth leaving only a memory of its former glory.
We only have one chance to leave a lasting impression for those we leave behind. I hope what I leave is a life filled with precious memories of what can happen when a vision becomes that of a community and lives are changed for the better.
