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THE CHAPLAIN I needed to be in the shower right now. Instead, running behind as usual, I was hustling to finish chores at the barn. I needed to be at the airport when my daughter's plane came in at 12:55 p.m. It was 10 a.m. and Daisy, my 10 month-old Rottweiler, could feel my excitement. Carrying a piece of old, dried horse hoof, she would dash at me, then veer off at the last moment, daring me to try and wrest it away from her. |
Oh, how I loved Daisy. Seven months ago on Mother's Day, Ronda gently put this three-month-old, big eared, bewildered, black puppy in my arms with a grin as big as Texas on her face. Now at almost 90 pounds, she was a far cry from that skinny, uncoordinated newcomer. Out of the shower, dressed, impatiently waiting for my son Freeman who is next door at his Grandmother's getting ready, I looked at my watch. It’s 12:03 p.m. and he had promised to pick me up at noon. True, the airport is only five minutes away and in Spokane, if the driver stays in the car, you can park in front of the terminal. Realistically, we had plenty of time. |
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