I would have never believed it but I learned that "dogs do leave paw prints on your heart".

Good morning and welcome back. Today is Monday, November 24, 2025. I saw a long list of items to be purchased from the grocery store laying on our kitchen countertop, therefore, Thanksgiving Day is fast approaching. It appears we will have around a dozen family members to enjoy the day. We are looking forward to it. I put the photo of Bentley up because last week was his birth week as we were reminded by the grooming folks at the local pet supply store. Sir Bentley Barksalot, Esq., was a one-of-a-kind pup and we miss him, every day. We do. We really do. We are thankful that he was our pup for the five years he was with us. At the same time, we are super blessed that Lil Miss Biscuit came along and helped to fill that void. And, did she ever!

 

Biscuit has a loving instinct. She loves most everybody. I would guess over 99%, and, if you happen to be in the 1% that she does not warm up to, well, it's most likely time for you to go the altar and get your life straightened up. She is laying in my lap even as I do my thing on the keyboard. For the younger folks out there, it's called typing. Typing. I am well aware that many of you younger folks can with your thumbs on your phone beat my 60 plus words per minute here on the blogger ranch keyboard. I actually remember a number of years ago when I first saw a teenager exploding text onto her phone screen. We were at a fast food joint and she was sitting across from us and I will tell you this about that, she was fast. Very fast. I'm not sure how that particular skill will serve her in the future but she had mastered texting with nearly blinding speed. I suppose her brain connection to her fingers were much faster than mine, especially these days where I struggle typically to hit the right keys on my phone and end up doing corrections. Oh well, we likely will survive but I do prefer this typewriter style keyboard. And, just so you know, having Lil Miss Biscuit draped over my knees, not bad, not bad at all. 

 

We had ourselves another wonderful year at the Junior League of the Woodlands Holiday Market this past Saturday. Santa and Mrs. Claus worked non-stop for four hours straight which was our choice as we were able to enjoy working with such wonderful people along with beautiful children and lovely families. We got to see so many familiar faces and it's amazing how these kiddos grow up so quickly. We did hear, as we always do, the history of how many times the children have had their photo made with us. Sometimes it holds up the line a wee bit, but, we appreciate the opportunity to be a part of their family tradition. And, the Jr. League volunteers, wow!, just wow! They are amazing. Some of them are now in the upper echelons of the charity, but, they always come by to give us a hug and have their photo made. Do we have a great Christmas related activity, or what? And, I quickly add, is this a great country, or what? Thanks be to God who provides for us and we can count on His promises to be kept, forever and ever, Amen, period, the beginning and the end. Amen!