Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote, “Florida, like a piece of embroidery, has two sides to it,- one side all tag-rag and thrums, without order or position; and the other side showing flowers and arabesques and brilliant coloring.”
Living in the back woods of Mandarin, Fl, there are a great many birds. The dirt and gravel road area where I live is heavily wooded and as a result, there is a good amount of wildlife nearby. Among the many birds are the small, beautiful thrushes called bluebirds. If you provide a home for them, especially one made of cedar, they will come and raise their family. They will return every year.
It begins sometimes the very day you put up the box. From what I see, the male and female fly around the box, sit on it’s top, fly away, return and do it all again. It’s as if they are casing the neighborhood. Then one will enter and check it out. The other stands watch and then they change places such that both have had a look-see. (Notice, you can see her inside in the pic below.)
Some months ago I bought a red light-looking bird house at a garage sale. It has 3 holes on the front and 3 holes on the back such that there could be 6 families in the complex. I put it out front so when I’m standing in the kitchen I can see the activity of the home. Since it was put on a post, different type birds come and go, sit and look, but I’ve yet to see a family move in until this month.
Having cats, most of the bird houses have a guard on the post to protect the birds from crawling visitors. One was not put one on this post as it seemed the holes were so far up, a predator’s paws would be out of reach. How wrong to think that!!! Gasp!
This morning, I was simply taking a walk out front and while talking to my grandson on the phone, I saw Callie, the calico kitty, climb to the top of the post as pretty as you please. As she got to the top two small blue birds flew out with Callie catching the last one with her paw, placing the bird in her mouth, jumping down with full speed began to run away. I screamed, “NOOOOO Callie”, and “I’ll call you back” to the grandson. Before I could say Scatt!, Callie was off and running with bird in her mouth as I frantically ran after her screaming, “Let it go!” “Let it go!” In a scandal of an event, she opened her jaws and the bird flew away and landed on the bottom limb of the nearby tree.
Immediately, I went to the garage and got a baffle and put it under the bird house. Those birds were just “saved from an untimely death” so I didn’t want that to happen again! They may not be so fortunate. Callie has not left the area, by the way!
I though have faith in the baffle. The birds are safe.
“Metro Jacksonville Archive” has an article that is titled “Myrtle Avenue Warehouse District”. Well, today, I can confirm that is true. I saw the biggest warehouse of random “stuff” that I’ve ever seen! As they say, “There are no words”. And, “there are no words!”
Myrtle and 18th Warehouse
Tim Gilmore wrote an article in December of 2025 titled “Step Inside the Underworld Catacombs of John Grant Dooley’s Old Brick Warehouse and Wonderland!” I read the article and made a visit to see it but found no success on the first try. There was a huge warehouse on the corner of Myrtle and 18th Street. It was beautifully painted and even had huge people-artwork on it. My understanding was that the warehouse was open on Tuesdays from 9-noon but I’ve found out since that’s not necessarily so.
The day I went (and begged my youngest daughter to go with me), the place was on lock down. ( Even the big 12 foot tall gate was locked!). I waited by the gate past 9 am just in case I got the time wrong but no one came. Disappointed, I wrote a note leaving my phone number and taped it to the keyless mechanical gate lock and we drove away.
Fast forward a few days and I got a call from “Johnny”, the owner himself that the warehouse would be open on the following Tuesday at 9 so again, I planned to go and again, begged the youngest to go with me.
When Tuesday came, I confirmed with the daughter and we met inside the open gate of this huge over 40,000 foot warehouse.
Before we entered, we actually met John Grant-Dooley. I’ll guess he’s in his late 70’s, quite friendly and passing the time outside of his warehouse as folks were coming in and out of the building.
It was a cool day in February. He was beginning a fire near the back entrance. Right away he was friendly and talkative. I introduced myself and said, “You must be Johnathan”. He said, “Johnny”. I corrected myself and said, “Yes, Johnny”. Then I told him I was the one who left a note on the mechanical lock box and I thanked him for calling me. He said he did not want me to miss the “opportunity to be overwhelmed.” He had told me to bring a flashlight which I did. And, overwhelmed is an understatement.
Johnny
The outside is beautifully painted in a blue background with the Black community honored with faces and such. Upon coming in the back gate, there is a lot of “stuff” at the large warehouse-size open door. Upon entering, the stuff, and that means anything from dolls, to money bags, instruments, saddles, busts, wheels, screws, hammers, photographs, posters, artwork, postcards, books, lamps, buckets, signs, wheel barrows, etc. ( I could fill this page with descriptions). Anything you can imagine and more are lining the floor, on shelves, in cubbies and the like. In some areas, you skinny through a pathway only to have to exit a different way. It’s truly “something you’ll have to see to believe”.
Posters and Frames and, and, and…
The two of us went in and right away were as Johnny said “overwhelmed”. The building is a 40,000 square-foot brick building that will certainly take you back in time like to the Beatles, Lynyrd Skynyrd, kings and queens, forest animals Tiffany lamps, dozens and dozens and dozens and dozens of horse saddles, dozens and dozens and dozens and dozens of movie posters. I could go on.
Awards of every kind
Over the years Johnny owned businesses such as the Five Points Theatre, Fans and Stoves and Ugly Junk. I’m not sure what he calls this business but when I asked how it all began he said he said that for many years he and his family decorated restaurants like chilli’s, Ruby Tuesdays and such. That’s when it all made sense.
Upon leaving, I talked with Johnny as he sat in front of the fire he made and the warehouse he built. He said he was the “White example of Sanford and Sons.” I liked that program. It overwhelmed me too.
See you tomorrow and maybe at the warehouse,
Sources: Metro Jacksonville, Tim Gilmore, Johnny Grant-Dooley, Vaughan Publishing, Nannette V. Ramey.
It was February 7th, 2018 and we still have fond remembrances of Lucky Chase.
Lucky Chase
Mandarin, Florida is considered a “charming, historic suburb in southernmost Jacksonville, Florida.” It is widely known for the beautiful and very large oak trees; some in the middle of the roads. Its rich history of Harriet Beecher Stowe, orange groves and Spanish moss is only accentuated by the beautiful St. Johns River that runs along Mandarin’s banks. Because of the St. Johns River, there are a great many tributaries that run in and around Mandarin. There are a lot of ponds, creeks and lakes. One area known to so many is Lake Mandarin, a community of 312 homes including some single-family and others patio/cluster homes. Lake Mandarin homes back up to waterways.
These small lakes attract a variety of animals.- including Great Blue Herons, egrets, river otters, turtles, snakes and a variety of fish. While large birds do fly in and out, it has been unusual to find peacocks in back yards and yet in 2018 that is exactly what happened.
Lake Mandarin
While leaving the Lake Mandarin subdivision on a Wednesday morning in 2018, a very large pea fowl was crossing the road at Loretto and Gwenford. Loretto is a well-traveled road and not one for animals to share. Gwenford does back up to a St. Johns creek tributary but where the peacock was walking was away from the water and it was as if he was lost and confused. Being in my truck, I pulled over to the right side of the road and let the bird pass. The traffic was heavy and there was concern for the animal’s safety, so I got out of my truck thinking I would carefully shoo the bird toward the back of the homes but with traffic and yard fences, it would not work.
At that time, the third house on the road had its garage door wide open so when I walked toward the bird, he felt he had no where to go but in the garage. The owner of the home blocked the back door opening and I gathered up the peacock in my arms. Carefully holding him tight and making sure his long tail was extended, I took him to my truck, wrestled the door open, pointed his feathered tail toward the inside right door and slid into the driver’s seat; bird in arms.
Screenshot
Having at least 60 chickens of my own at the time, I had accommodations for the bird and immediately put him in run # 1; the largest pen I had. He would not fit in the hen house so at night, I secured him in a large box pen that I used for new mother and babies. Every day he would stay in the run with the chickens and at night I would put him in the large box for safe keeping. That first day we named him “Lucky Chase” because a friend of mine, Lois was talking about him being saved was a “luck chase” for him.
Wondering what to do with Lucky Chase, I posted on Facebook that I had found a large male peacock and suggested all to ask around to find out who may know of its owner. For over a week nothing came of the post until somewhere around February 19th, a young lady contacted me saying her mother was missing a peacock that frequented their backyard lake on a street about 2 miles from where he was found. She felt that might be the peacock.
The neighbors all came to meet him.
On Wednesday, February 21, we arranged to meet at her location. My daughter and I took Lucky Chase in the van where there was more room for the long feathered sweep. Many of the neighbours all came to see and sure enough, they all acted and reacted happy together; even Lucky Chase. He was back home.
Even the ducks came out to meet and greet.
As much as I wanted to keep him, I knew he needed to return to his lake where I’m sure he’s lived happily ever after. I know his human was happy too.
Lee Adams, as he was known, was a botanical artist, painting birds, fruit, flora and fauna. He is known for his opportunity to paint four large murals for the 1964 World’s Fair in New York. His home was in Jacksonville, Florida where he attended West Riverside Elementary and graduated from high school in Duval County. For a time he and family lived in Mandarin as indicated in the 1940 census.
Early Years
For much of his life he painted birds, flora and fauna. His work is colourful and rich with detail to the intricacy of body parts including the beak, wings, legs and more. His paintings can be found in the St Vincent’s hospital, West Riverside, elementary school auditorium, the Beaches library, and a remarkable refurbished 12’ x 30’ mural of Ribault’s Landing on the fourth floor of the downtown Jacksonville library.
Lee Adams was the youngest of three children with two elder brothers, Thomas Burton Adams, Jr. and Alexander Hamilton Adams. His elder brother was a real estate developer turned politician. He was a member of the Florida Senate from 1956-1960, Florida State Secretary from 1961-1971 and the 10th Lieutenant Governor of Florida from 1971-1975.
Adam’s father, Thomas Burton Adams and mother, Carolyn Sykes Hamilton Adams are buried in the same cemetery as he and Lee’s wife, Mimi.
Making the Past Come Alive
My grandson, Ramey and I spent a day following leads to the life of Lee Adams, as he was called. It was at Oaklawn Cemetery that we met Nicole Ruff, one of Oaklawn’s consultants. It was great discussing the life of Adams, his influence on Florida, life in Mandarin and artwork that is now world-wide. Her help in our finding his grave and realizing that his family also had a family plot.
Adam’s wife, Mimi, was known for her environmental passion and headed up the Jacksonville Air Pollution Control Board. She was the first chairperson of the board formed in 1968. The two of them were interested in environmental issues. The Avondale park in Duval County is named in their honor and there are some plaques in various parts of the city given for their work on the environment.
This entire week, time was spent visiting each place where his work can be seen and it was found highly insightful. At the Beaches library, the mural work is colorful and beachy. At West Riverside Elementary School, Data entry clerk, Jeanine Mann, a seeming authority on the history of the school, gave the tour of the auditorium where three large paintings sponsored by large corporations hung high and grandeur. One painting was themed of NASA and space, another of Florida and transportation, including airplanes, trains, with communication ties, and the third of the cowboy and cattle segment of the Sunshine State. In that auditorium is also where the music class with Mr. Warren is held. While we were viewing paintings, he could be heard literally, singing to the children’s they entered the class. He also has stories to tell of the history of the school built in 1911.
Researching this artist, the most favourite in our minds was finding that of the 12 x 30 colourful mural of “Ribault’s Landing”, celebrating Christian Huguenots landing along the St. John’s River and the first Protestant prayer “within the limits of the present-day United States”. This painting, now hangs on the South wall of the 4th floor in the downtown Jacksonville library. In May of 2021 the city of Jacksonville announced the mural would be “installed in the Florida Collection” area after having been revived from years of neglect.
The scene, painted by Lee Adams and refurbished by artist Jim Draper, represents the story of Huguenot, Jean Ribault, his crew and Timuquan Indians at the landing in Fort Caroline in 1562. It was the place where the French “knelt in prayer, beseeching God’s guidance and commending the natives to His care”. The marker on Fort George Island says, “This was the first protestant prayer in North America.”
First Protestant Prayer Marker, Fort George Island, Jacksonville, Fl. This marker was erected by the Jacksonville Chapter Daughters of the American Revolution, on March 11, 1938. The text on the marker reads as : ” Jean Ribaut and a party of Huguenots landed the morning of May1, 1562 on this island. Here they knelt in prayer, beseeching God’s guidance and commending the natives to his care. This was the first Protestant Prayer in North America.”
Incredible Surprises
According to the Florida Times Union story by John Carter, the large mural was found rolled up in the basement at Robert E. Lee High School. It was originally created in 1959 and hung at the downtown 2nd floor dining area in the Sears building on Bay Street, not too far from the Main street bridge. In 1981, the store relocated moving to Regency Square and the building was demolished making way for the Omni hotel. The art piece was rolled up and taken to Lee High school. Although it has been said the artwork was stored in a box which was even nailed shut, the rolled up artwork was nested by rats, roaches and took a toll on the beautiful oil work. It would need a full restoration.
In the newspaper article, Jim Draper, Pedestrian Gallery owner helped with the restoration promoted by City Council President Jim Overton. Through a turn of events, and special project of the school principal, Jane Condon, the painting was displayed at the LaVilla School of the Arts for a time.
According to The Daily Record, the Fort Caroline refurbished painting was “officially unveiled on the fourth floor of the library” on Tuesday, May 1, 2012 in celebration of the 450th landing.
Lee Adams and his wife were killed in a tragic automobile accident on Roosevelt Blvd in 1971. We looked on Findagrave.com for the location of his internment but we had to search further. Soon, we found that he was buried at Oaklawn Cemetery along with family members.
Regarding Adams’ work
Finding Adams’ artwork is sketchy and quite expensive in most venues. On eBay, his art is going for $450. and up. On the “Invaluable” auction site, his “Parrots” piece is estimated between $800- $1,500. On Facebook Marketplace, there are two prints going for $50. I have purchased them along with World’s Fair tickets and the official guide. The paintings now hang on my wall. Pleasure.
See you tomorrow,
Nan
Sources:
Wikipedia, The Daily Record, Family Search, Jacksonville Library, Oaklawn Cemetery, Florida Times Union, Oaklawn Cemetery, Personal visits. 2-29-24
The Spanish conquistadors brought European horses to North America so we know that by the time Jacksonville, formerly called “Cowford” was established. Horses were a mainstay. With great grasslands, and water sources, horses were in fields for growth and expansion as they adapted to their surroundings.
Current Mountain Police Facility
The city of Jacksonville police used horses dating back to 1822 when the first sheriff was James Dell. When you think about the 1869 headquarters for McMurray Livery Sale & Transfer Company at 220 East Forsyth Street, you can imagine that horses were of importance in the early years of the sheriff’s department . After the Great fire in 1901, another stable was built at that location and had a thriving horse business.
Livery Stable on Forsyth Street (Ramey Collection)
Little is known of the policing efforts during this period but Jacksonville was getting well established by 1832 including setting up the government which included law and order. By 1845, “all free males were to participate in evening patrol duty” so there had to be some mischief going on for so many to be asked to “participate”.
When the Civil War began, policing was done by the soldiers and so from about 1865-1869 patroling was under martial law which does not take away from the fact that mounted horses were used during this time by Union forces. The automobile would not come to Duval County until the first month of 1900.
Florida Mounted Police ( Florida Memory photo).
By 1888 James Hoey was serving as Chief of Police. The mode of transportation was horse, carriage and paddy wagon. The bicycle was gaining popularity at that time but could people afford them? The first bicycle squad for the Jacksonville police was in 1897.
Florida Memory of a mounted police protecting Pres. McKinley.
In 1895 the first patrol wagon was used with 2 horses pulling. Also prominent during this time was the trolley and streetcars that ran on tracks throughout Jacksonville, Fl. Early trolleys and street cars were pulled by horses. Over time horses were replaced by motorized cars .
Current barn where horses receive care.
The first car to come to Jacksonville was on January 4, 1900. The Locomobile Stanley No.2 was purchased by Charles A. Clark. It could travel 40 mph and had a steam-motor. It would take time for citizens to grasp the enormity of owning a car and also to pay for it thus the horse, buggy and on occasion the bicycle was still prominent. The Sheriff’s department was still using horses.
With the car gaining popularity, the police department of Jacksonville established a “traffic squad” for downtown streets in 1919. The department was growing and by 1926 the Liberty Street Police building was completed. The automobile was replacing horse details and the change from mounted police and wagons to automobiles came after 1900 when Charles A. Clark, from Jacksonville ordered and had delivered the first car to arrive in Florida.
Charles A. Clark with the first car in Florida. (Florida Memory photo).
The automobile would prompt changes in laws and ordinances and by 1903 the speed limit was 6 mph. There were 32 cars in town at this time. By 1905 there were a total of 166 cars autos traveling the dirt roads and some gravel streets of Duval. The population in Jacksonville was 28,429 at this time so transportation by and large was by horse and carriage. Jacksonville was the largest city in Florida at this time. Financially, a horse was more cost-effective also.
In 1911 there were approximately 1,120 cars in the city. That year the police department acquired its first car. Mounted police were still in use for the department. Also, a “traffic squad” for downtown was established with the first traffic lights being installed in 1924.The horse would be less used as time went forward and the auto industry increased.
There is little mention of the mounted police for Jacksonville but there are references that indicate the use of the horse which was disbanded in 1911 to make way for the newer transportation options such as trolleys, streetcars, bicycles, motorcycles and the automobile.
Florida East Coast transportation.( Florida Memory).
The mounted police would return to Jacksonville in 1942 with little mention. In 1982 horses were used for crowd control, crime prevention and community engagement. In 2012 there were 5 horses on the Mounted Police squad. Mayor Alvin Brown’s administration cut the budget for the program leaving the canine unit in place. Horses were taken from the West Duval Street location in LaVilla and moved to the Lannie Road prison yard also known as the Montgomery correctional Center and prison farm where there were acres of grass and room to live easy. They were tended to by staff and inmates and received visits from their former riders.
At Super Bowl XXXIX, which was held in Jacksonville February 6, 2005 at Alltell Stadium the mounted police were used.
Sargent Rhoden-2023. (Ramey Collection)
In January 2020 Duke, the newest addition graduated from his training program. All of the police horses receive training and the riders work with the horses for continued focus.
In 2022, when the Governor of Florida visited the Diamond D ranch, the mounted police were there more for a community service effort than for patrol. However, should there be a concern, they were all ready to do their duty and provide security. Guests were able to see their presence, and pet the horses.
Funding again was provided for the unit in 2021. There are 6 horses in the current unit: Bandit, Midnight, Duke, Dutch, Jaxx and Judge. Judge completed his training this year and was named in honor of Jimmy Judge a former police officer. Judge and his rider were at his memorial held for Officer Jimmy Judge in January of 2023.
Tribute to Jimmy Judge (JSO Facebook page photo-2021)
Judge” is named after 30-year police veteran, Assistant Chief Jimmy Judge, who is currently battling ALS or more commonly known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease. Judge and his handler attended Office Judge’s home-going event in 2023.
Please help us in welcoming our newest member to the team. We hope you will say “hi” to “Judge” when you see him out and about in #Jacksonville.(JSO Facebook page-2021)
Current officers in the unit: Sergeant B. Rhoden, Officer J. Alexander, Officer M. Bergo, Officer T. Dudley, Officer M. Reddish.
See you tomorrow,
Nan
Jacksonville Sheriff’s Mounted Unit
1076 West Duval Street, Jacksonville, Florida 32204
Sources: James B. Crooks, Cowart, 1976 Annual Report: Dale Carson, J. Bailey, Mounted Police visit.2-10-2023. Feel free to use all information with credit to “Ramey Collection”.
Queen Elizabeth died during the summer of 2022. She is known for being the longest living monarch, a true leader of her people, one of the most famous known faces known and for loving corgis. Corgis are Pembroke Welsh dogs.
There is a full and complete write-up about her dogs on the well-known Wikipedia site describing the Queen’s love for that type of dogs and even noting that she has has as many as 30 corgis during her reign as queen from 1952 until her death in 2022.
This photograph was supposedly taken by the royal family with Queen Elizabeth II and two of her royal dogs. If this is not photoshopped it shows the queen’s humor.
When I drive onto the property owned by my parents, Alec and Geneva Vaughan, I always look for the chickens. Generally, they will hear my truck and come out from beneath the azaleas. The area has been a rural place in the country for years and years. Being rural, chickens can free-range and roam the land only worrying about the hawks and racoons. Now-a-days it has become more populated with city-folk, neighbourhoods, people and cars zooming up the long road.
My parents, who bought the Westside property in the 1960’s, have been gone for some time now but there are still chickens on the property. I bought a 50 lb bag of corn and when I come, the chickens get a nice meal. For a time there was a group of chickens, then a handful and finally just one lone hen.
When the lone hen began to nest, I went to a neighbour on the south end of Milson, a dirt road and bought 4 fertilized eggs for $5.00. They were exchanged for the unfertilized eggs under her. In twenty-one days, she hatched three of the four eggs. They were tiny yellow birds that turned brown over time. She is white and she was one happy mama.
For a time I would see her and the babies in the front yard but for at least a month I would drive in and there was no sign of them until yesterday. All three of the babies were with her and what a happy sight it was. They look like teenagers now, bigger and darker brown. Of course, they were fed a nice meal.
Hopefully they will free-range nearby in the coming days. The concern now, is more than hawks and racoons getting them but cars, and trucks. ‘Hoping for the best.
‘Crazy, but I do not remember the man’s name. He lived at the South end of Milson Road, off of Crystal Springs on the Westside. Milson was and still is a dirt road and very much in the country. Now a days it is still a single lane dirt road but the city has definitely come to the area including large subdivisions nearby. His home was just behind our 10 acres. He provided fish boxes for the fisheries in the Duval County area.
When I was about nine or ten a bunch of us kids would go to this house and nail together fish boxes. The side strips and ends were already cut and all we would do is line up the sides and two ends and nail it together, stack it and begin a new.
The old man needed the help and we loved the change. It would be used to go to Anderson’s Dairy on the Northeast side of Crystal Springs Road to buy a honey bun and a coke. So, I guess my first job was a fish box nailer.
The old place is pretty much gone now but as I rode past there recently, all of those memories of learning how to nail together fish boxes came rushing back. The remembrance of the heat, hitting my finger with a hammer and then the happiness of getting paid for such, rushed back.
Jacksonville, being on the St. Johns River and having the beaches has always been a huge industry for fishing. The United States Department of Interior Fish and Wildlife Service put out a circular in 1963 called “The Annual Report of the Bureau of Commercial Fisheries Biological laboratory”. It highlighted programs such as “The Blue Crab” program, “Sampling the Catch” program, “Florida Studies, St. Johns River” and more. This business helped meet the needs for those in this important business.
In a recent post, I wrote about a sorry excuse for a person who dumped a helpless dog out in the country. Who would do that? Who has absolutely NO heart so as to drop off a dog into a totally wooded area with country homes miles and miles apart?
As I was looking through the photos on my computer, I came again, across the image of this poor helpless pup and noticed how after putting him in that woman’s car, he was tenderly looking back at me. My heart breaks.
As noted in that post, it appeared the woman was in a B line to come get this dog. Thinking back, she had probably seen him there earlier and returned to rescue him. It all happened so fast and I did not ask questions. It was all so crazy how I stopped to take a simple photo and ran across this hungry and thirsty animal. Then out of no where, the lady appeared asking about him and took him right away. How kind!
On Sunday, August 28th, while traveling from Augusta to Jacksonville, I decided to go “the scenic route”. The GPS took me through the little towns in Georgia and down the back roads where there were loads of flora, fauna, farms, and such. Upon stopping at a forever-field of pecan trees, I got out of my car to take a photo because it was so impressive. There were trees as far as the eye could see.
While heading back to my car, I noticed in the not-too-far distance a rather big dog; a blonde lab type. It startled me, being so far out and seeing it by the ditch. Not knowing if he was friendly, I walked straight to the car and just after closing the door found the dog looking in the window at me; paws on the glass! His tail was wagging and that long wet tongue lapping so obviously, he was friendly. Up close, he looked skinny too, so someone had apparently let him out and driven off. How horrible!
My car was a load full of wagon wheels to decorate this fall, 3 very huge ligustrum trees, luggage from my trip and items from shopping with my sister over the weekend. I wondered right then and there where he was going to sit.
Immediately, I got my glass of water and opened the door giving him water to drink. He savoured every lick. Then I thought, about what to do. How would I take him? Where would he fit? What would I do with him once I got him home? I already have a dog and cats galore! The very dog I have was rescued. I have cats galore because when tenants walk away from their homes leaving them there, they end up in my home. Oh my!
It wasn’t long when a lady turned the corner. She rolled her window down and said, “Are you going to rescue that dog?” I said, “Well, I’m from Jacksonville. I just saw him and didn’t know what to do”. She said, “If you help me get him in my car, i’ll take him”, and she did!
Reaching down, he was picked up and put in her front seat. She had already laid down her jacket for him. She said, “People can be awful”. I totally agree but I was totally grateful she wasn’t awful but kind-hearted instead. She must have known he was there and headed to get him.
What would I have done with another animal? For sure, something! There is no way I could have driven off leaving that dog on that lonely road but was so thankful for this woman who took in that stray.
Traveling along further, I saw on a hill a pretty home. On the front lawn was a black, healthy looking dog laying on the lawn looking as if he was waiting on someone. I slowed and passing by noticed he watched me carefully. I turned my car around so as to get a photo. When I did, he ran at me barking as if to say, “Don’t bother my home”.
The story of two dogs…. One dog skinny and hungry for attention; lost and in need of help. The other, waiting on his master, full, happy and protecting the land.
What kind of person would leave an animal out on a lonely road? God Bless the lady who took him. There are good people out there too. 8-28-22
Evil men do not understand justice, but those who seek the LORD understand it completely. Better is a poor man who walks in his integrity than a rich man who is crooked in his ways. Proverbs 28: 5-6.
