tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post5119934144940400147..comments2024-01-17T04:05:54.079-05:00Comments on my life's journey: No matter what...GailNHBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11632210289246687829noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-87132360573487862682011-01-17T09:50:35.922-05:002011-01-17T09:50:35.922-05:00Just beautiful - once again.
Might I add that we ...Just beautiful - once again.<br /><br />Might I add that we have a dog with a similar problem. Only she is sensitive to wet grass. It doesn't rain often here in San Antonio, so most of the year we don't have to worry about it. But when it does she just goes crazy. She wants to go out, needs to go out, but once out there just cannot find a place to squat. Sometimes it is right back to the door for her, sometimes she paces back and forth, searching for that one patch of dryness that she may have overlooked. <br /><br />I hate to say that I am not always patient and loving with her. <br /><br />But I love the analogy you have made. Maybe next time I will see myself in her and be better . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-84699836129350059132011-01-12T12:33:58.866-05:002011-01-12T12:33:58.866-05:00True, and amen, girl.True, and amen, girl.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com