Zac Joseph Doodle is home, subdued and hungry. He’s on a bland diet for a few days, has anti-acid medication, is restricted to leash-walking and is generally and fully pooped. The vet has no clue what he got into, but into it he did get.
We are fortunate and grateful in our house tonight.
On this rainy, dreary day in New England, there is quiet, there is Netflix Streaming, and there is Zac, curled in a ball, seriously crashed out and snoring on his pillow.
I cried some tears during the movie I just watched, “Blackfish” a documentary about performing killer whales and the industry that exploits them.
Maybe the movie was just a chance to release a few tears?
I am grateful-beyond-grateful for your prayers.