Year End Musings

I have to laugh. Here we are again, ready to say good bye to one year and say hello to another. Why am I laughing? Because it beats the alternative.

It's been a hard year, but not for us any more than for others. It's been a blessed year, for which we pause to give thanks. I used to be anxious about beginning a new year. Now I figure it might not be a bad thing.

How do you sum up a year of your life? Well, I figure I let the dogs in and out close to 6,570 times. Probably more than that, but I'm not known for my mathematical skills. Where do I sign up for someone to sponsor my trips to let the dogs in/out? I'm not asking much. Just think of the potential if my sponsor contributed a nickel for every time I went to the door? That would be pretty sweet. Wouldn't someone like to be the "proud sponsor of ME"?

I'm guesstimating I did 35-40 pet therapy visits. I laughed far more than I cried, but there were some weepy days. I scooped a lot of poop. I sang more praises for the dogs (good dog Mick, Hank, & Sophie), than I lamented bad dogs. I wrote 178 blogs. I prayed...and only God can count that high!

So there you have it. I didn't move mountains, but I hope I moved some hearts and helped some dogs. I didn't get rich, but I have many riches. I laughed, and I plan to laugh my way, with dogs at my side, into the New Year.