Being Grounded
My Morning Ritual
Duff again. Morning comes and I’m ready for the day. Mom releases me from my carrier (Doggy Den or Safe Place when there are thunderstorms) and we journey out to take care of “business.” Back in we come. That’s when my true Morning Ritual begins. Mom fills her kettle with water for the first cup…
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It’s Rockport, Texas after Hurricane Harvey. The small town was desolated. In the words of a young football player, “It looks like a bomb went off.” The Rockport- Fulton Pirates looked out of their homes and nothing looked familiar. Homes were gone. Streets torn up. Trees strewn across lawns and highways. Landmarks whisked away. It…
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