attempt number four

Okay. I'm finally back on line, and I have lost THREE posts today. Could I possibly have forgotten how to do this?

Well, since this is just a 'trial' post, I will attempt to write something humorous.

Today, my daughter's large dog was 'helping' my husband load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. Somehow, his collar got caught on the bottom rack. This frightened him and caused him to run, while still attached to the rack. The sound of a rack full of dirty dishes and silverware flying into the air and clattering down all around the kitchen is a truly remarkable thing to hear. A large dog can also make some incredibly high pitched squeals. Many, many dishes were broken. All poor Max lost was his dignity.

And, you may ask, why am I not MAD that this dog that is not even mine broke so many of my dishes? Well, earlier today I had gotten a call from my daughter that her dogs had opened the back door and escaped. She is recovering from the flu, yet was chasing around 10 acres in 10 degree temperatures trying to track them. Three hours later, having given them up for dead, she and her brother (who drove out to help her in her time of need) decided they should go get something to eat. Over a mile from home, across a very busy street, near a dangerous intersection, they discovered her two dogs. Unharmed, but smelling foul. They bounded over to them as if they had called and arranged the pick-up themselves. "Hey! Our ride's here!"

I prayed they would be found alive and unharmed.

The sound of dishes flying around and breaking in my kitchen: the sound of answered prayer.