Dog Gone

You’ve heard the above title as a phrase.  When something goes wrong some one says, “Dog gone”.  I heard the story of an American Indian [Native American] running with his dog along a cliff, the dog fell over the cliff, and the Indian said, “Dog gone” :).

Yesterday morning when my Madge and I left for church Archer and the Little Girl was here watching us leave, wanting some attention, and seemed just normal.  However, when we got back home Little Girl was no where to be seen or found.  I wrote about Little Girl a few weeks ago; how we ended up with her and all.

It seems we had gotten used to her being here.  Now I don’t know what has happened to her.  I kind of have a suspicion that her people were floating once again, she caught a scent of them, and found them.  That’s what I hope happened to her.

She has been around here all this time; when we have left she has remained through all other times, but this time Dog gone.

We hear people floating in canoes, boats, kayaks, and inner tubes almost every day.  We weren’t home to hear at that time.  Where ever Little Girl is now I hope she is okay.

On the banks of Flat Creek.


When the River runs Dry

Don’t worry!  Flat Creek has not gone dry.  It has gotten low a few times; with boaters and canoeist dragging their craft across gravel bars and shallow water rapids; but it has never gone completely dry.

I am talking about inspiration in our hearts.  There are times when it comes to writing that I can have a thought and go with it, and the words seem to flow like that Flat Creek.  There are times, also, like Flat Creek when it gets a little low, and the floating river boats need to be carried or dragged across the shallow waters.

Inspiration is probably connected to imagination; and I guess my imagination runs wild at times.  However, at other times it is dry as the bone the dogs dragged in, and maybe even dryer.

When the river of inspiration or imagination runs dry for me I try and do what I am doing now; write any way.  It may just be rambling; but I will not be held down by a dry river.  I will carry the boat, canoe or Kayak if I must; and pray I don’t bore anyone to tears.

What I am saying to my readers here is, When the river gets low, drag your craft – don’t quit.  Keep on going.  A thought came to me a few years ago as I studied the book of Nehemiah in the Bible.  “When you don’t know what to do; do what you know”.  It has probably been said before and by greater men than I, but it makes sense.

The flowing waters along the banks of Flat Creek.