Oh how we say time flies, but then there are those days that just seem to stay frozen in time. It was just about two years ago that I had to put my good friend down. I still feel a little lost without him. I miss his fierce protection of all under my roof. I miss his smell. Probably only true dog folks can follow that, but every dog I have owned had their own distinctive smell along with their own pedigree of personality:

Samantha (the sweetest), Pork Chop (the happiest), Midnight (a troubled black lab I could never quite follow), Clovis (the only dog we ever paid for, unconditionally the smartest and who was so tight with his pack) and then comes Grace (our blue-eyed deaf rescue found abandoned at a West Texas railroad station and who is now my only four-legged shadow).

I have loved each of them greatly and differently. Each one has brought me their lifetime of joy and buckets of tears upon leaving. Clovis was my poser dog. Whenever I got out my Nikon, he was quick to notice and quicker to upstage anyone and anything.

Since I lost Clovis, I have not, with any degree of seriousness, picked up a camera. He just took that out of me. I have tried to shoot at some images, but every time I pick up a camera I hear his tags a jingle, a bump on the leg wanting to know where he should pose. My heart goes adrift and the camera back in the backpack.

I am a sentimental old coot and damn but I miss them all and can pull up many a tearful memory. I have to ask, how can a dog steal my vision? Hey, if they can steal your heart, vision is pretty much a simple task.

Get busy living or get busy dying!…”Red”…aka S. King

Peace Out,   jasL

Photos on the journey #458


Toby Mac – Lose My Soul

Play “Lose My Soul” video (http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=DGZZG7NX)

        Father God, I am clay in your hands
        ’Cause they chip, and they nag, and they pull at me
        And every little thing I make up my mind to be
        Like I’m a be a daddy whose in the mix
        And I’m a be a husband who stays legit
        And I pray that I’m an artist who rises above
        The road that is wide and filled with self love
        Everything that I see draws me
        Though it’s only in you that I can truly see that it’s a feast for the eyes
        A low-blow to purpose
        And I’m a little kid at a three-ring circus
        I don’t want to gain the whole world and lose my soul
        (Don’t wanna walk away, let me hear the people say)
        (repeat 1x)
        (Mr. Franklin, step up to the mic, sir)

(Kirk Franklin rap)

        Check it out
        The paparazzi flashes, and they think think that it’s you
        But they don’t know that who you are is not what you do
        True, we get it twisted when we peak at the charts
        Yo, before we part from the start
        Where’s your heart?
        You a pimp? Hustler?
        Tell me what’s your title?
        America has no more stars, now we call them idols
        You sit idle while we teach prosperity
        The first thing to prosper should be inside of me
        (We’re free!)
        Not because of 22s on the range
        But Christ came in range, we said yes now we changed
        Not the same, even though I made a fall
        Since I got that call, no more Saul, now I’m Paul
        Ah to turn from the gains of this world, to be a Paul not a Saul…..sweet ††† peaceout ††† en theos ††† jlawrence