Smiling Dogs

As the dalmation cleared the last jump, I was the ring crew right in the path of his snarling teeth. But fortunately, my first dog was a dalmation and I knew the classic breed tendency to smile. It brought back a flood of memories of my beloved dog Lady and her constant smile that strangers mistook for a grimace or a snarl. You just gotta love a dog that comes barreling off an agility course with a smile on his face.

Honeybun is happy too and having fun, though no ribbons or qualifying scores thus far. She is running well, despite poor Asherel being sick. Her sore throat won't allow her to call out to Honeybun so her attention is not optimal.

But. I am loving the surroundings. The arena is on a small mountain overlooking Blue Ridge mountains all around us. I climbed to the hilltop in a vast open field, peered furtively around me, and then began belting out: "The hills are alive with the sound of music, with songs they have sung for a thousand years, my heart will be filled with the sound of music...." etc etc .... I thanked God for the ring of glorious mountains, the happy dog and daughter inside, and the fact that my throat was not too sore to burst out in song.

If I were a dalmation, I would've been smiling.

Job 29:24 NIV When I smiled at them, they scarcely believed it; the light of my face was precious to them.

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