WHERE 'ER THOU ART...ACT THY PART

I like me best when I'm with you~

Sometimes in the change of wind, we find direction.

So we are well into March, and I feel like I just cannot keep up.  I have committed to several projects, and yet when 4:00 pm

rolls around, I can't believe another day has

come and gone, and I am still stuck. 

I have been trying to write down stories for our kids and grands'.

My problem is, I get sidetracked to easily.  If you could see my

working space, you would know

that a very disorganized mind abodes here.  

Sticky notes from

hell to breakfast, and then some!

You may only be one person in the world...

but you may also be THE WORLD to one person,

(or hound dog in this instance).

I want to share a story of Zack, the dog whisperer.

He had a most faithful hound by the name of 

Bison.

Very appropriate for a Golden Lab, that at one

time got up to 110 lbs in weight.

His feet were enormous, and he had a shawl of 

fur around his neck, that you loved to sink your hands or

feet into.  

He benefited in the rub down...

you lavished in a fur that felt like warm mink.  

Anyway, this dog was beloved by all.

At one time when we were managing Mack's Inn Resort,

it was early evening.

The sun was starting to sink, and smearing everything in 

a golden glow of melted butter.

We were making our way back to 

the little cabin we lived in,

#55.  

Bison, had beat us home and was stretched out on the front 

porch.  When we hear a motorcycle approaching 

and then stop in front of our place.

Here comes this guy adorned in leathers, and dark glasses

with a camera slung off his shoulder.

He politely asks if he can

take some pictures of our dog.

? 

His comment,

"He is the perfect poster child for this resort !"

  Well who would deny the request at such a compliment?

 

 

What you do everyday, matters more than what you do,

once in a while.

But it was true.

He had earned the right to lazily

adorn our porch, in the fading sun.

He was the epitome of faithfulness

and loyalty...and he came

by all of that through the efforts of our son

Zack, who worked tirelessly

in gaining this dogs trust, and obedience.

As his extended family we were blessed in this good work.

Everywhere he went he shone!

One day, Zack had him at Utah Lake.

Working through some commands.

Using the dummies, 

the whistle and eventually having him retrieve

out into the water.

A bird hunter, had hung around for quite some time and finally approached Zack.

"Son, I've been watching you and your dog the whole

time you've been out here today.   I've never witnessed

first hand the control, and trust between the two of you.

I would like to offer you $5,000 on sight

for this hound."

  (This is for a dog that had "no papers" only the obvious ethics displayed).

ZK, in that twinkle only he has,

calmly replied.

"Sir, he's not for sale, he's like my son."

 

And it was true.

I miss them both so much.

Bison, went first.  It was early in the year 2010, and so heartbreaking.  He had been a part of our family over  14 years.

At the time my thought was, "Oh no, they say this kind of loss and heartache usually comes in threes."

Within six months time, 

I lost my Mom, 

a wonderful Brother-in-Law,  Eli,

our son-in-law, Leonard,

and 

Zack.

So grateful I can draw on the great memories to

herd my heart, through the tough ones.

Our greatest glory is not in failing...rather

rising each time we fail.

STAY THE COURSE.