The Sharpshooter left today for Fort Shenandoah and the national meet of the N-SSA. So funny to watch him get ready to load up the truck. He did make a list this time because, you see, I told him I wouldn’t meet him in Washington D.C. with his uniforms. Of course I can’t say that without telling you that the last competition he went to, about 90 miles from our home, he forgot his uniforms – I met him halfway that evening so he could dress up with the other sharpshooters the next day.
This morning, he would check his list, get the item, and take it to the truck. Upon returning to the kitchen island, he would cross off that particular item from the list. His system was working! And he was out the door on his way to the battlefield by 10:30 a.m.
One more thing….SS (Sharp-Shooter) never gets out the door without having heaven prayed down over him! Six hours from moment of departure, he called to report his safe arrival at the Fort!
BTW, the name Sharpshooter was given to my dear husband by our wonderful Pastor and friend, Ron. It fit and now I use it all the time! Thanks, Ron!
Why do weird and whacky things happen when Sharpshooter is away? Today, Sam and I drove to the bank during my lunch hour. When I left I grabbed the blue key off the rack, purse and car keys…upon arriving back home and getting to the back door, I realized I took the wrong blue key off the rack. Sam & I were locked out. Hmm. Got the extension ladder and climbed up to the second story window. As I ascended the rungs I was praying, “Now, Lord, please let the screen pop out of the track without any problems.” One simple push…success! I climbed in as Sam jumped and barked at the foot of the ladder. Within a minute or two, we were both happily back in the house!
The ladder and I are becoming close friends. Today I closed the guest room door – tight. The guest room is upstairs and the door is a bi-fold. After I closed it (tight) I decided to open it back up…well, I could not open that door for love nor money. I knew the only way to open it would be by pushing it from the inside of the room. Use your imagination! Downstairs, out the door, get the ladder, walk across the laundry room roof and then push my way in through the screen of the guest room window. This one didn’t pop out as easily as the window yesterday. But it finally did. And, of course Sam was on the other side of the door barking his sweet little head off!
Sharpshooter, I think I’m dangerous home alone – make haste!
Sam is one depressed canine. God bless this little doggie. I never in my wildest dreams imagined a dog could show such unfailing loyalty and bring such pleasure. Sam is a two-owner dog, or I guess you could say one-owner dog because the Bible says the “two shall become as one,” point is, Sam is his dog-happiest when both husband and I are home. When one of us leaves, Sam goes into a deep funk. He doesn’t play with his toys, he doesn’t want to go outside, he only wants to sit in the window looking up the street waiting to see (in this case), the black truck turn up the road. Poor Sam! He’s been going to bed early this week with SS away. I’ve taken quite a few pics of him lying in his depressed state on the bed – I’m attaching the most pathetic! Do you see the pathetic look on his face? The minute that S-10 turns into our dirt road, Sam will be back to his normal, wonderful self. I can hardly wait!
Did you know that the Bible tells us that a wise person considers the life of their animals? Read Proverbs 12:10…a wise man/woman regards the life of his/her animals.
October 5, 2010
The Sharpshooter is home, bearing medals…GOLD! And, lots of dirty laundry. Sam is delighted his dad is home and, of course, I am too! Sam is happy, the laundry is done and the medals displayed.