Why my life is worth one good damn.
I got up this morning to pictures in my email of two of my Katrina puppies- remember the litter of mastiffs, and particularly the ones I called Sugar Magnolia and Blondie??
Remember how half-dead they were when they got here? How the fur was burned off their legs by the gas and chemicals in the water? How we didn't think the runt (now known as Cora Sweaterpants, and loved by Steve) would survive the first nights, limp little rag that she was?
Look at my babies now-
Here they are, all grown up!
All experience is there to be treasured. Sometimes, I need a reminder like this.
Remember how half-dead they were when they got here? How the fur was burned off their legs by the gas and chemicals in the water? How we didn't think the runt (now known as Cora Sweaterpants, and loved by Steve) would survive the first nights, limp little rag that she was?
Look at my babies now-
Here they are, all grown up!
All experience is there to be treasured. Sometimes, I need a reminder like this.