SUNDAY MEMORIES
Judy Wills
As I stated last week: There are times when it seems like I have nothing come to mind to write about. And then I will have some thoughts flit through my mind and then disappear just as quickly. Sometimes I can grab hold of some of them and put them down on paper – in this case, on the page in the computer.
That happened recently, and here is what I was able to remember – and it had me jumping out of bed and racing to the computer to get my memories down on paper – well, in the computer, anyway:
I was reading a book in bed before I went to sleep, and in the story, the heroine was trying to make friends with a shy horse – probably an abused and mistreated horse. So she went into the field where other horses approached her asking for a handout, which she gave to them. She definitely tried NOT to catch the eye of the shy horse.
Credit Pixabay.com
As I read that, I realized that I had a similar experience once – but not with a horse, with a dog.
As this memory goes, we were visiting Fred’s parents in San Antonio, Texas. They always liked to get their walking exercise by going to Eisenhower Park, just west of San Antonio, and walking there.
Credit Google Search and Eisenhower Park website
We always went with them when we visited. It had some nice trails and hills to walk along.
This one particular morning, there was a man who was walking with four or five greyhounds, on leashes.
Because I love most any kind of animal, I stopped and began to pet the dogs…and they just ate up the attention. However, there was one who hung back, eyeing me cautiously.
The man said that all of the greyhounds were rescue dogs, from the racing circuit. The dog who was hanging back had been mistreated, and was having a difficult time trusting humans.
Therefore, I tried to not push myself on that particular dog, all but ignoring her, but making over the other ones. As I was beginning to work my way away from the dog crowd, I felt one more nudge of a wet doggie nose on my hand. Looking down, I realized it was the standoff dog that was nosing her way into my space, and wanted her share of the love and attention. So I made sure that I gave her as much love and petting as she could handle.
The man was amazed that she had come to the group – and me – as quickly as she did.
I felt blest to be able to give that one particular dog my full attention and affection.
And by-the-way, in the book, the heroine was able to make friends with the horse, and they had a long, lovely friendship.
More next week…
Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years
Old Things R New 
I hear you about ideas flitting through the mind and exiting the building! One of my friends adopted a Gteyhound. He was a sweet dog. I offered to dog sit for them and brought him to our home. He was so unhappy. Finally I decided to take him to the empty house and go over to walk and feed him. One day, I went over and found him lying on the couch with his legs straight up in the air. He was chilling!
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