the Trainham's, have inherited a 'drop-off' dog named Dawg. He goes everywhere with Kent and I. He is loved by all, I might add!Since Dawg knew that we were in the Memorial Building he guarded the door for an entrance opportunity and chances to snatch glimses of us inside. He scratched and whined a big part of the day while perched on the porch.
All that to say, when Jimmy Harlan sent me the following email...I felt that I could not resist reposting it here:
"The doctor was holding the handle of the door of the exam room as a patient was about to exit; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness. Turning to the patient who had just inquired about life after death, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing...
I know my Master is there and that is enough."
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