"All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother."

- Abraham Lincoln

The magic of canine and equine energy is there if we chose to feel it.

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In God, there is peace within the worst turmoil. Through God, you can rise above the fears that plague you, knowing in the end it will be okay. Because in the end there is God. And where there is God, there is peace. And where there is God, there is laughter. God is love and joy. In the end, there is God.

“My dog has the right to enjoy her walk without the fear of being charged at by your dog, who’s right you think it is to say hello.”

The High Bridge, built in 1926 across the Crooked River. Redmond, Oregon

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflict.—Sigmund Freud

I know Winnie heard me call alert and I bet she’s thinking, “Why did you call that? I wasn’t done. The odor is right here.” Winnie instantly sources the hide at the base of the wooden podium. “It’s right here,” she says with her nose on the hide about three feet from the wall with the dry erase boards and the SpongeBob TV that still mocks me.

The perfect set of circumstances got us into the trial, and just as many things fell into place for us to end up at the top. It has only happened twice before for Team Winnie, so it is a very special feeling.

A delightful blend of past and present. My late mother’s homemade Christmas placemat and table centerpiece, and the wooden bowl that used to be my tree. Symbols of how even after death, life goes on.

white stallion running through the breakwaters on a beach

If the universe had a kitchen, in it there would be a book of recipes. The list of ingredients would be endless. Dark matter, cosmic rays, and celestial dust. There’d be a recipe for everything. Big recipes for the planets and small ones to make hurricanes and rainbows. The stars that twinkle in the sky are the sprinkles atop a vast chocolate cupcake. Swirling like cinnamon rolled into pastry dough are the galaxies. At the beginning of the book, you can find the universe’s recipe for generating gravity. At the center of the recipe, the universe adds my dog. Winnie is my gravity.