Showing posts with label Jack. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jack. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

{{ 18 }} Study Day


Amazing Bible study day. I love how God speaks when you are just faithful to open His Word.
He will aways speak but are you willing to listen?
What's he saying?  
Remember the word to Your servant, upon which You have caused me to hope.     
This is my comfort in my affliction, For Your word has given me life.      
Psalm 119:49, 50                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

Monday, January 17, 2011

{{ 17 }} You Don't Know Jack

I've said before...He's our rescue.
We rescued him; he rescued us.
Just for kicks I did some checking into the cost of another like him.
Oh! I knew he was a rare, ancient breed but I had no idea.
I could buy a car...or a dog. Why did I neuter him? I would love little ones like
him running around.
They are very people like in their behavior...really more so than any other dog we've had and 
trust me...we've had some. They are slightly mischievious, can zip around faster than any
other dog we've had and is an awesome watch dog. He loves his property and his people.
Until you've been to my house...You Don't Know Jack!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

{{ 16 }} Jack, a connecting device


I looked up several phrases with "jack". This one caught my eye, "a connecting device". I knew right off this was my dog. He has such a personality; he connects...no doubt about it. Everyone who comes through our door is immediately engaged with him. This morning I found him laying on top of one of the teen boys that spent the night here. He makes himself at home with everyone. Who can resist that face?

Friday, January 14, 2011

{{ 14 }} Jack


Jack is our sweet rescue. We rescued him from incineration at the pound and he rescued our broken hearts. He had three great years of training on how to be an awesome dog to our family; how to hug everyone that comes to your house; how to look all pitiful and get loads of attention. Yep, Blue trained him well and now he holds my heart in his little paws. He waits for his daddy to get home and hold him like a little child. Lucky us, we find a scrappy looking pup in the pound and he turns out to be a rare breed.