tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post2390515499704336888..comments2023-10-05T11:27:27.382-06:00Comments on Kazzy's Ponderings: I'll admit that I wanted him dead...Kazzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04411131948607000725noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-8920422797730254192008-09-21T17:23:00.000-06:002008-09-21T17:23:00.000-06:00i know the neighbor of which u speak ... i've seen...i know the neighbor of which u speak ... i've seen her dog in action many times in the morning. and i've often thought of cleaning up after it and delivering a brown paper bag to her front doorstep.<BR/><BR/>but don't worry - i'd never do that to a sweet old lady. it's nice to get your perspective on her.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12097902130679338875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-64909135802672580602008-09-21T07:11:00.000-06:002008-09-21T07:11:00.000-06:00I will do that!I will do that!Kazzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04411131948607000725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-59601112307031540602008-09-20T22:56:00.000-06:002008-09-20T22:56:00.000-06:00Nice post! Hopefully nobody wants OUR dog dead! (H...Nice post! Hopefully nobody wants OUR dog dead! (How could they? He's too cute!) Yeah, that's waht they all say...<BR/><BR/>Anyway, next time we're together be sure to ask Jeff about his brush with wishing death on the neighbor's dog. It is beyond hilarious!charrettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16351177033783487168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-37035970944093042422008-09-20T15:04:00.000-06:002008-09-20T15:04:00.000-06:00Oh my, that's a tough one. Tho, I must say, havin...Oh my, that's a tough one. Tho, I must say, having a postive experience with someone sure creates a lot of tolerance. (Is that why they say Make Love Not War?)Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12660156433881882098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-81645845676050928482008-09-20T07:15:00.000-06:002008-09-20T07:15:00.000-06:00Whew. When I read the first sentence of this post...Whew. When I read the first sentence of this post, I was afraid you might be talking about me. I'm as relieved as Fluffy on my front lawn to find out you weren't. :)<BR/><BR/>Joking aside, this is a great example of how it is impossible not to have love for someone you are serving. Great post.Luannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09351294335229984366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-38386843239595237332008-09-19T23:45:00.000-06:002008-09-19T23:45:00.000-06:00Great story! That's so funny that even where we s...Great story! That's so funny that even where we see a glaring fault when someone is so inconsiderate to others there's STILL another side! This is a wonderful reminder, because I'm still a little upset for you (and your neighbors) about her behavior, but knowing that you're over it makes me want to look at people like that differently as well. Thanks for this.LisAwayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03299284773832500834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-87973746319844025432008-09-19T23:27:00.000-06:002008-09-19T23:27:00.000-06:00Fantastic. You're a sweetheart :)Fantastic. You're a sweetheart :)Mrs4444https://www.blogger.com/profile/06426176094895489541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585748112633478360.post-84978848361361974012008-09-19T23:24:00.000-06:002008-09-19T23:24:00.000-06:00Ten years ago, I had three missionaries in the fie...Ten years ago, I had three missionaries in the field so I took on a newspaper route in my neighborhood to supplement our income. I would leave the house at 4:00 a.m. with the newspaper bag over my shoulders and "walk the streets" delivering news to unsuspecting neighbors. In a cul-de-sac lived a dog. A big dog. A big, black dog that blended into the shadows and waited until I was in front of his owner's house. He would charge out after me, barking and baring his teeth, leaving me shaken and wondering when he was going to take a bite out of me. After several days of this happening, I realized I needed a higher power to get rid of the nuisance and of my fear of entering that cul-de-sac. There were many heart-felt prayers said before I left my house and as I approached that house. One morning, the big, black dog didn't come out. I assumed that his owners were tired of hearing his barking at 4:30 in the morning and had either put him in the back yard, house or garage. Much to my surprise (and I must admit, my delight) I learned that the dog had been killed by a car. I really didn't want him dead... or did I? Karen, you're a compassionate person to be concerned about her feelings and to be able to see what that dog means to her. If things change though, would you like me to say some prayers?Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00140268328645099689noreply@blogger.com