Thursday, October 15, 2015

They have learned what it is to try to help what is helpless. . .

For several days, I've headed down my road to see this skinny little dog running in the fields around my house.
Scared and searching for someone, anyone.
Spine and ribs all jutting out, but unwilling to be caught, at any rate.
Well, today he ventured close enough to my house for my boys to see him in the distance.
That was all she wrote, as I say.
The pup was as good as captured. My 14 years old and his little brothers trudged through the mountains for hours in pursuit of the elusive and emaciated stray dog that clearly wanted help but was too afraid to come close enough to have any.
After a lot of work, their deep resolve encouraged him to follow them back, and he ended up on the porch of my house. . where he was a had lad.
They call him Kevin.
Kevin is a happy pup tonight on the couch.
The boys are happy. And tired. And in their bloomers.
They saved him all on their own.
Little rescuers. God Bless them.
I haven't failed them by being caught up in helping the lost and wayward horses of the state, after all. I haven't been distracted and gone so much I've failed them.
They have learned what it is to try to help what is helpless. . .



Be thou diligent to know the state of thy flocks, and look well to thy herds. For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation? The hay appeareth, and the tender grass sheweth itself, and herbs of the mountains are gathered. The lambs are for thy clothing, and the goats are the price of the field. And thou shalt have goats' milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy household, and for the maintenance for thy maidens

- Proverbs 27:23-27

"I know of no pursuit in which more real and important services can be rendered to any country than by improving its agriculture, its breed of useful animals, and other branches of a husbandman's cares."

- George Washington