Saturday, October 5, 2024

Mailman

We always know when the mailman comes (I should say 'mail deliverer' since it could be a woman) because our dog, Brigit barks when he or she is on our porch.

Brigit didn't bark for 3 years after we adopted her as an abused dog.

But she found her voice a few months ago.

I hate the sound, but I'm so, so glad she thinks she's safe enough to bark....

 

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.