After a Dry Spell

I awoke this morning and heard some distant thunder. I had some information from accu-weather that is was supposed to rain, and I was hoping it would the ground was dry; even down a foot deep it was dry.

I know that because early the week before I had the sad duty of burying a dog name of Archer which had suffered for a long time from arthritus (spelling), and other problems.  He was a big loving, lovable dog.  The ground was dry and hard.

This morning around six or so at our house, in Mill Valley, on the banks of Flat Creek it started to rain.  It came with lightening, thunder, and wind. O, how I was glad and happy to receive the blessing.

A couple of months ago we were wondering when it was going to stop raining.  Many homes and businesses were flooded, and suffered damage, and sadly in some places people perished in those floods.

Myself I am thankful for the rain when ever it comes.  I do not ask God to stop it.  I will not complain about too much rain.  I will thank Him for it; He is the One who gives itl

From the banks of Flat Creek south of Jenkins,

`tim

A Few Drops of Rain…

This past Thursday, July 19, I took a short walk to the Creek out our back door.  Our dogs went along as usual.  I was sitting there in my chair, and in the shade of the trees over the gravel bar; throwing rocks in the water for the dogs to chase after.  I think that was the day the high temp reached 112 degrees here in our valley.

As I was throwing those stones in the water, and Archer in particular would chase after them; clouds came in, and it began to rain.  Do you know how refreshing a rain is falling from the sky above, giving you a soaking, when it is near 112 degrees?  Of course with the clouds and rain moving in the temp dropped dramatically.

With the rain falling I continued sitting there throwing the rocks, Archer chasing them, and I was getting wet without getting in the Creek.  It is refreshing, especially when we are in a full blown drought, to sit in the rain and get soaked.

When the rain stopped I went back to the house, and the temp was below 100 for a few minutes.  An hour later there was no sign that it had rained.  The ground was dry.  The buckets were dry.  Now it was back over that century mark.

The refreshment of rain for the ground and for a wretched ole soul like mine.  A reminder of God’s grace.  The wonders of God’s grace.

A few drops of rain along the banks of Flat Creek.

-tim

What the Dogs Drag In…

On May 22, 2010 a tornado destroyed a large part of Joplin, Missouri.  There were many people who were killed, and many more who were left without homes, but thanks to the Good Lord, and many good hearted people things are looking better.  There were also many pets left homeless.

I have written of Archer previously, and our other dog which adopted us by swimming out of the Creek, onto the bank, and then following us home.  Archer came from Joplin, after the tornado.  We were dogless, until then.  Our son James and his wife Amber lost their home in that tornado, and they had just taken Archer into their home, off the streets of Joplin; and along with their two dogs Pillar and Skillet survived the storm.  They came and lived with us until they found another home.  We took Archer as ours, and he has been here ever since that time.

It is amazing what dogs can drag into the yard.  We have had bones large, medium, and small bones.  I am constantly throwing them out of the yard – they work havoc on a lawn mower; at least make a lot of noise.  They have dragged in an ‘Possum, a baby armadillo, not too long ago, a large mouse (and I do not mean a rat) that was almost as large as a rat, and the last thing they dragged in was a mystery at first, because it was headless with its entrails hanging out when they dragged it in, and left it in between our two cars; I finally figured out it was a young ground hog.

I do not know what will be next.  I told my wife the other day;  “I think our dogs are trying to show us that they are keeping themselves busy.”

We also have a pup.  She is the offspring of the little Corgi mix mother which crawled up out of the Creek last July.  She had seven pups.  Five pups died, one by being run over while chasing a pickup driving by; the rest just mysteriously found dead.  The other one we named Rascal, a male, and we gave him to our daughter and her family for Christmas.   We call the mother “Little Girl” or Molly; we call her pup Little Bit, because she was the runt of the litter.  Little Bit likes to stay in the yard most of the time and not wander off, like the other two do; and she is so timid.

If anyone would like to have a young dog, part Corgi, we would let you have the mother and the pup.

Life as it is along the banks of Flat Creek.

-Tim

edit – the date of the Joplin tornado was May 22, 2011.

Butch is Gone

It was August 25 when Little Girl came straggling back to our home after being gone for awhile with a cute smaller dog than herself.  He was a pup still growing, and had grown to be a larger dog than his own mother.  You see he was Little Girls pup, from her last litter I suppose.  There were things that went on between Little Girl and this little dog that just made me think she was his mama.

Things like, when he got to annoying her, she would gently, but very firmly grab him by the nose and put him on his side, never harming him.  He treated her with the respect of her dominance.  Even when he got bigger than her she was still dominant.

She had returned to wherever they had been previously, and brought him to our house and has never left here again.  I guess she adopted us quite well, and the pup did too.  We too, Madge and I, have become quite attached to the two of them, along with Archer, our tornado dog for Joplin, MO.

We decided to name the pup “Butch”, and that is what stuck.  He began responding to that name.  He mad me laugh.  All three of them have made me laugh more than I have laughed in a long time.  I laughed as Butch would come up to Archer and begin biting Archer on the legs, around his mouth, and Archer just tolerated it, with little friendly whines, growls, whimpers; what ever they were; then, Archer would just play holding Butch down; while Butch would wrestle himself free, and go back for more.

When I would call Butch to come he would come with a wagging tail, and you could tell he was happy, and wanted that attention.  He was always energetic, ready to go, until this past Sunday afternoon, when he was accidently run over and left crippled in his hind legs.  I gave him a couple of days to see if it could just be a bad bruise or something.  He would not eat or drink, and I could not stand to see him suffer any longer I put him down.

When I buried him I thanked the Lord for the privilege of His using Butch to make me laugh.  The last thing Butch did, even after his last breath, was wag his tail.

And I buried him near Flat Creek.

-Tim

Rain in November

When I awoke yesterday morning it was raining, and I got up, dressed and went and let the dogs out before it began to pour down.  This morning I awoke to thunder, about 2:45, got up, dressed and by the time I went to let the dogs out of the pen it was pouring.  I was practically soaked just stepping out the door.

I did have sense enough this morning to put my coat on which turns water a bit.  The front of my jeans was soaked by the time I returned to the house.  I am thankful it has been so warm of the mornings.  Yesterday morning I think it was 52 degrees, and this morning it was 58 degrees.  That is getting pretty near late Spring or early Summer, late Summer temps.

The dogs go and find shelter soon as I let them out I suppose.  I did not watch where they went, or where they go.

I think the weather is supposed to get cooler by tomorrow.  Hey!  That is the time of year we are in.  Let us not be surprised when it snows.  NO! NO! NO!  I don’t want snow.  It will come though.  At least somewhere it will come.

It is amazing as I look out my office window; the grass is still green, and looks really green with the rain fall.  Blessed be the name of the LORD who blesses us with all these benefits.

Flat Creek is rising from this rainfall.  I can see it better looking out the back window now.

-Tim

One Year Ago Today…

We moved into our new home along the banks of Flat Creek.  It has been a joyous year being able to step outside our home; especially out the back doors, and hear the sound of the creek as it rolls down toward Table Rock Lake several miles away.

It was a joy to last Winter watch the Eagles as the soared above our heads, house and land.  It was also with joy that when the tornado struck Joplin, MO. we had the house and space for our son James, his wife, and Archer and for a short while even Pillar and Skillet; to move in with us for a couple of months until they could find them a new home.  Archer, ended up finding his home with us permanently.  We have really enjoyed having him around too.  I do not remember as a boy with a dog having as much fun and joy as I have had with Archer.

Anyway, the year has gone by quickly.  There is much work we need to do around our home yet.  We need to get a front porch built on it.  We also want to built a back deck.  That will still come.

One day we would like to get the old house my father was born and raised in fixed up and use it for family and friends to stay in when they come visit.  That will be a while in coming.  There is much work to do, and with being a pastor, driving a school bus there just does not seem to be enough time in the day to accomplish everything I would like to do.

I just thank the LORD Almighty for His blessings, His grace and His mercy.  I also thank Him for our home which we are only stewards; and I pray will be always faithful stewards of what He has entrusted to our care.

Being blessed daily along the banks of Flat Creek.

-Tim

Archer, Butch, and Little Girl

The title is the names of the three dogs we have around here.  Some call Little Girl “Molly” – my wife and grand kids.  The reason I write of them today is because the Little Girl was barking almost non stop all night long, and especially after I got up at 3:45 a.m. so I put her in the pen.  That has pretty much quietened her down.

For some reason it seems that all the dogs of neighbors around are barking too.  It seems that they are a bit nervous about something.  Even Archer when I went to let Butch out of the pen came rushing in, and would not come out; so I left him in; and I have not heard a thing out of him since then.  Usually when he is in the pen he is barking wanting out, but not this morning.

Yeah!  We decided to call the littler dog “Butch”.  That was Madge’s idea, and it looks like that is going to stick with him.  He is getting where he answers to it; at least as good as anything else.

I am going to have to leave here soon and go pick up the kids of my bus route.  So I am closing from the banks of Flat Creek to go and drive a big yellow monster to pick up 60 or so little angels.

-Tim

Another One

The Little Girl was still gone when I left to drive the bus for the evening route.  However, when I returned home she was back, and had a friend with her; a small male, even smaller than her.  Now I like dogs, but I can only take so many.  After all I don’t run, nor do I want to run a kennel.  I do have methods for dealing with strays.  In other words, we now have three dogs hanging around here.  These two Corgi looking ones are probably someone’s or at least have been someone’s house pets.

No pet is allowed in the house here.  We have made few exceptions if they are kept in a cage; not running free in the house.  We don’t even have gold fish in our house; or an aquarium of exotic fish.  We have had, but not now.

Archer now has two friends.  He seems to get along with them well.

I am hoping that yesterday was the last of the 100 degree temps for the Summer.  It did make it to 100 at our house.

It’s great living along the banks of Flat Creek.

-Tim

Gone Again

Just to let all who may be interested know; my Dad came home on Friday; and the family and myself want to thank you all for your prayers.

Now to what’s “Gone Again”.  That is the Little Girl.  The little corgi dog who just came to us is now gone again.  I don’t know what she is doing.  She was here about a week, and then leaves again.

I do miss her not being here.  She has a much different canineality that Archer does.  I know that’s not a word, but maybe it will be soon.  Can you call it personality in a dog?  I can’t.  They aren’t persons.  Now I sure don’t mean to offend any of you dog people or cat people but animals aren’t persons.  Get real and quit acting like they are.

Who knows Little Girl or Molly Moo as my wife and grand kids call her might be back tomorrow.  Who knows?  The last time she was only gone for a little over a day.  This time she has been gone now for a little over a day.

The last time when she got back she was wet like she had been in Flat Creek again.  Maybe she will this time too.

-Tim

She’s Back

She left us for a time; as I wrote of yesterday.  She was gone most of the day Sunday, and all day Monday, at least until late afternoon.  Wouldn’t it be interesting to know where she had been, or to see the world through a dogs eyes; or to hear through a dogs ears.  You know; the fly on the wall thing.

We can be in a conversation with someone; a personal conversation; and if a child or even at times an adult comes up we change topics quickly, or go quiet really quick, but if a dog is near… it doesn’t matter.

Well, anyway the Little Girl came back.  I guess she decided this was home now.  It also proves that my thinking about her finding her owners was wrong.

Madge and I were getting ready to eat supper last evening, I looked out the patio door where Archer had been laying just minutes before, and there lay Little Girl.  Just like that she was here again.  I went to the door and opened it then reached down to pet her; which she enjoyed.  I then went out to give her and Archer some food.  She ate, then came and got a drink of water.  Believe it or not I was glad to see her back.

Little Girl was wet like she had just came up from the Creek; that’s Flat Creek.  For those few who read this; you have probably noticed that I end the post with something about Flat Creek in every article; like the one I just wrote or like this…

From along the banks of Flat Creek.

-Tim