Goodbye to Iris

I feel bad about it, but I let Iris walk away with another person today.

Iris resting

She is a wonderful dog and I was sad to see her go.  She had connected well with the family, but I’m afraid I hadn’t quite connected with her.  I can’t even give a good explanation as to why.  We have volunteered to foster her until she is permanently adopted by someone.

I only had her on a two week trial basis which has ended,  and today the Canines With A Cause rep came and took her to introduce her to another veteran.   If for some reason things don’t work out with him either than she will come back here for fostering.   He has met her at the weekly group classes before, so I don’t expect she’ll be back.

I was sad to see her go though.  I’m second guessing my decision already.  I’ll not be disappointed if she comes back for fostering again.  It’ll give me time to change my mind and keep her if I’d like.   The rep will keep looking for a suitable dog for me either way until I tell her otherwise.

So for now I am without a service dog, again.

It’s been a hard day.



“What The Heck?” – A Family Prayer Story

Every evening we have family scripture reading (we’re currently making our way through the Old Testament book of Jeremiah) which if followed by family prayer.  This is a nightly occurrence, and the family knows the routine.

For our prayer we ask everyone to kneel down, fold their arms, close their eyes, and try to have an attitude of respect for the deity we are talking with.   This is kind of the traditional thing for our church and family.  It is something that is taught and expected, even from little kids, and more often than not it is achieved.

In our family we go around the room, youngest to oldest, and offer everyone the chance to add something to the prayer.  But after that, everyone is quiet during the prayer except for the person offering it.  There aren’t any “amens” during the prayer, or other forms of talking or outburst.  The atmosphere is meant to be one of quiet respect.  That is the ideal.

Prayer Time

We did that,  and I’m ready to say the prayer, because it happens to be my turn tonight.

I start out telling Father in Heaven about our day, some of the highlight events, offer gratitude for some blessings, and ask for a few more.   I think I’m near the end of what I’m going to say and for some reason I open my eyes, which isn’t rare for me, just to see if all the kids are behaving themselves.   And what do I find?

Andrew ( age 5) just staring at me!

We kind of just look at each other.

“Please bless that we can all stay warm and safe tonight as we sleep.”

He knows my eyes should be closed, and I know his should be too.

“Help us all be able to follow thy teachings.”

But we just keep staring at each other, because what else are we going to do?

“We are grateful for the meeting we had tonight at the church.”

Do I just keep going, or say something to him?  But now I’ve forgotten what everyone has asked me to add.  I’m stammering.

“Um.  Uh.   Thankful for Thy Son.”

Well, I sound like an idiot and can’t think of anything else to say, so here goes…

“Please bless that Andrew can learn to keep his eyes closed during prayers instead of staring at me.” 

Followed immediately by Andrew’s loudly saying, “What the heck?”

“In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.”

And the rest of the family bursts into laughter.

What else was I supposed to do?


I’d love to hear that we aren’t the only family that has these moments of levity during otherwise “sacred” times.   Tell me what you’ve got!


What Is That Racket? Scouts!

Julie and I played host to a scout camp last night.

The Taj Ma-Tent back in action!

Josh is the Patrol Leader for our BSA unit and needed to plan a campout.  So our backyard became the easy location to use.   I went out and cut down the grass for them and helped set up our massive tent for them to use.   The blue one you can see off to the right is the Scout Master’s tent (Bro Alger and younger son).

They came and set up early, stayed up late playing, and cooked bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes for breakfast.  It was a good campout from my distant observation.   The only downside was the racket they created outside in the yard while playing night games.   But they stopped that early enough not to be a nuisance to us or the neighbors, so no real problem there.

I did fail to get a picture of one boy, Stone Hansen.  Josh wanted to add a picture of just a random rock and label is “stone” … I passed.