(#59) 1-5-1

As I dictate this week’s update to Steve, I’m pooped. But pooped in a good sort of way.

Steve and I returned to the big building with all the big flying machines. It had been longer than I can count on my paws since our last visit. First, the humans started wearing masks and told us we could not come in the big building. Then I had my surgeries. And finally, this recovery period to regain my strength has taken a while. So, It. Has. Been. A. Long. Time.

Steve did the counting and said we had been away from the flying machine building for 1 year, 5 months, and 1 day.

But when we returned it was like we had never left. Immediately people came to us and asked if they could touch me.

Heck, yeah!

I gladly rolled over and exposed my belly. I had rubs by little people and big people. Even the people in the blue uniforms called to me. They remembered us and smiled. Well, they were smiling from the sound of their voices and the sparkle in their eyes. You see, everyone—and I mean EVERYONE—in that building had masks on. Well, I did not. But I don’t think dogs have to. Guess we are special in a certain way.

Steve and I walked from one end of the building to the other. When I got tired, we stopped for me to rest. And every time I did that, some more people stopped and asked if they could pet me.

Well, if you must. Go ahead!

Can you say heavenly!

Everyone was so kind. They kept thanking Steve for bringing both of us to visit and asking when we would be coming back. Yeah, I was tired and had what Steve calls an “airport hangover” the next day. Whatever. It was so worth it.

Steve calls what we do purpose. I like it, the people, and the place.

Have you ever been away from a place or from certain people or a certain purpose that once you returned it was like you never left?

Glad we are back.

WOOF!

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Thanks for coming back to my blog. You make me happier than biscuits!

My book, Roxie Looks for Purpose Beyond the Biscuit, is still available. I share stories and lessons about friends, family, and fun. And I speak about purpose as well. (Steve says for dogs we might just want to call it “furpose.” He makes words up, I think.) The book holds a biscuit or two for you!

WOOF!