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8 December ~2008
At horse rescue I am lining the inside edges of the pasture shelters with split tubing. It will take a month or longer to finish, and although the barn manager suggested it should be done, I am buying the material myself.This upsets my Mom, who insists they should reimburse me. CHR would if I asked, but I don't mind covering the expense. Actually it is sort of nice to donate to a nonprofit where you can see the results, as opposed to contributing to a faceless fund.
I like the concept of contribution that the Native Americans had - to give away things in order to be renewed spiritually.
I sure have plenty of things in my house I could part with. I am working on it -
Today my truck is loaded with more stuff to drop off at Goodwill.
It was cold last week - on Thursday night it got down to 10 degrees. Me and the dogs walked down to the grove of eleven cottonwoods. It was good to be able to go right over the wet part of the meadow, instead of skirting its edges to avoid wet feet.
The snow was cold enough that it was crunching under my boots. The moon was a quarter full, a waxing moon, and threw enough light on the snow that we could see everything, including the silhouettes of the trees of the grove.
I love walking on winter nights - we get most of the Greenbelt to ourselves. I let the dogs run in the meadow and they bound around with the pure joy of unleashed freedom. I keep them close, and before we go up the hill I yell 'hey bear' once or twice, to let any critters know we are coming.
Little Mollie is very happy with her new family of me and Ben and Maggie. She absolutely adores Ben. She goes to him for comfort rather than me when encountering something new. She was uncertain about the other dogs at the dog park until I took Ben in with her. Then she was secure enough to run and play with some new dog friends - not a lot older than her.
Ben was originally Amy's dog, back in 2001. She gave him to me because he was barking too much at her Mom's house. (He is a border collie; he needed a walk). Alyssa found Mollie for sale in the bed of a truck at a hay sale, along with her brothers and sisters, and picked her out for me. I can't imagine better gifts ever than these two, full of spirit and love and affection.
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