" If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man." - Mark Twain

Good morning blog readers. I bid you welcome to my version of this, that, and the other on this Tuesday, February 18, 2025.  I am playing catch up with photos of our new pup, Lil Miss Biscuit. Nearly every day I get one of Sir Bentley that pops up as a memory. I must have made hundreds of that little dude during his five years before he passed away. What can I say about Biscuit? She can not be compared to Bentley because she is who she is, a whirlwind with tornadic tendencies. She loves to play fetch, can jump high, and wants to love on anyone who will let her. She goes crazy when someone comes in, starts flipping over, jumping up and down, and, if we let her get to them she will smother them with a lick saturated welcome. We got Biscuit while I was still trying to get over losing Bentley. She didn't know what huge paws she was stepping into, but, that was unfair. After all, she was only 5 weeks old when she came to live with us. Given the fact she was part Shi Tzu, we thought she would be a lot like Bentley. She is not. She will not be because she is Biscuit through and through. Next month she will be coming up on her first birthday. The experts say her first year will equal 10-15 years compared to humans depending on size and breed. She is small, therefore, she should be on the lower end, but, at the end of it all, she's Biscuit and we, (mostly yours truly), has grown to love her more and more as time goes by. 

 

This past Sunday afternoon I went with some other folks from our local assembly to visit in a nearby subdivision to give invites to our Church. It had been a while for me. We took warm pizzas with us to hand out. My little group had twenty six homes to visit. We did visit, but, as with the trend in our world today, not with much success. Some didn't want our pizzas or whatever it was we had to say. The Ring technology makes it much easier for folks to dismiss you off the front porch of their property.  Sometimes it is programmed to say that you should be aware you are being filmed. Others are home but chose to ignore. We left a Resurrection Day invite, Easter, and a Gospel tract in their door handles. We took 26 pizzas with us and came back with about half of them. However, praise the Lord, we did find some who were willing to visit and they welcomed the pizza and the invitation. One old missionary saying stuck in my mind, "You can never take the Gospel to the wrong address." I believe that because it is God who is at work and He can use any and all means to draw people to Himself. The group I was with had a great time of fellowship with each other as we went door knocking together. May God use our puny effort to work His will is my prayer. Amen. 

If you read my blogs you will have likely not heard the last of Lil Miss Biscuit. She has somewhat of a dominating trait that makes her presence known. And, since we are old people, we are here with her for many waking hours on most days. She can hardly stand it for us to get ready for Church. She knows we will be leaving. We are blessed to have our son Jimmy to watch over her while we are gone. But, when you see her photo or an article about her, if that doesn't suit you, you can just say no. That's the good thing about blog reading. You don't have to. Meanwhile, I will close out for today with a prayer that each one will pause and remember to remember the blessings God has provided, and, in so doing we will give Him the praise and glory. Amen.