God’s timing is perfect. In Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 it is written
Over the last several years I have marveled and laughed quietly to myself about how His time is always so perfect. I think I must have been sleeping the first 40 years of my life to have only noticed it now. Say what you will about social media, but those years while I was living in Zurich, it was a great tool to keep me abreast of family and friends activities and keep connected. Now that I’m back in Texas, it is much the same helping me feel close to those around the world who became such an important part of my journey. One of the things I find funny is when those Facebook memories pop up at JUST the right time.
As you know, Uncle Henry was my rock during some pretty rough years and when he passed, I needed to be still and silent for a bit. It’s good to take stock of the blessing you have and the stewardship you have been given. Several months after his passing, God brought some new joys to my life – more like power and punch! You met Thunder and Lightening –
This was their very first day. So little and so sweet! Thunder is about 3 1/2 years and Lightening, his little brother is about 2 1/2 here. But don’t let their size fool you. There is a reason ranchers have donkeys to protect the heard!
Over the last 6 months, they have made me laugh until my abs hurt. They have taught me a lot about how looks can be deceiving and even more about the grace of being humble.
And my heart started to think about Auntie Em and Uncle Henry and how the ranch might be ready for another sidekick. Many shelters, many rescues, many searches, much consideration led me to where we are today.
A puppy? Aren’t they a lot of work? Do I really have time and the patience for a puppy? There were many late night conversations with God about where to go and what decisions to make. And isn’t it funny how Facebook keeps popping up memories of Auntie Em and Uncle Henry the exact week this little fireball comes into my life?
So, meet Pistol Annie. She’s confident and independent. She’s going to need a job here at the ranch for sure so let the training begin.
She has an iron stomach – so far, she’s eaten most of the dead crawfish in the pasture. Horse hoof shavings are in her diet too. Sometimes I think she’s part goat.
We’d love for you to come meet her, while she still has her puppy breath – but beware, she does draw blood!