Sassy comes to visit

Ripley loves Sassy, who lives with our son in an apartment in Bradenton. His apartment is small, and does not include a washer or dryer. Our house is large, and does include a washer and dryer, so we can count on seeing our son on his day off. Sassy is always invited, because she's a really great dog. She's not the brightest lab/chow mix in the world, and she sheds enough hair to knit a new dog after each visit, but she likes us, and we like her, and Ripley is the most sociable of us all - he loves everybody, man or beast.

I like to take pictures of Ripley (you'd never guess, huh?) but I've also featured Sassy in past blogs. I remember when she was discovering her "inner Lab" and running on the tidal flats of Sarasota Bay behind our former condo. This past week, most visits for Ripley have been short sniffs on the street, where he might greet another neighborhood dog. It's been doggone cold this past week, although Florida was the only state in the lower 48 without snow on the ground. So when Sassy came to visit for several hours, they managed to have their fun running and chasing in the house. On wood floors, its like a kid's "slip & slide" and hilarious to watch. Then, after tiring out, they settled down for their pictures to be taken.

In my other post tonight, I wrote about our new island church. I'll close this with "all dogs go to heaven" and Ripley who came into my life to ease the pain of losing my beloved Millie, is certainly heaven sent. Dogs are not only a man's best friend, they're a gift from God too.