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Deception Through Distraction


Quite a few years ago... in a land far far away... A baby was brought home.  

His name was Oreo, a little black and white Rat Terrier/Chiwawa.  Our oldest son (unbeknownst) to us had been bonding with him daily at the local pet store.  So when he cashed in from a summer job during the fair as a 6th grader...he begged me to come and meet him.  My husband had already said, "no more dogs."  However, when we walked into the pet store and Oreo was hanging over some man's shoulder begging my son with his eyes...I surrendered.  We went home with him.

My husband?  He was out of town to a Colorado Rockies game.  Coming home around 1am, I said, "Guess what?"  He said, "You got that dog."  He fell in love quite quickly.  He is sweet and faithful.  A steady loyal type of dog.  As the boys have grown and left; he goes through the adjustment with their Dad and I.
Proud New Owner

Middle son with Oreo and Buster.

Yesterday morning, while trying to jump back to bed, he went down in his back.  Our youngest, my husband and I doted on him all day and all night long.

Today, he went to the Veterinarian.  A shot, a pill, a prescription and an anxious heart later...he came home with me to rest.  Strained.  Might have knocked it out a bit.  He's overweight and out of shape and too old to jump up on furniture.

After tucked in with a heating pad to keep him toasty.


"When did this happen?" I asked him while petting his graying head and nose.  How did time go so fast without my noticing it flying by?


I believe that we see what we want to see and not really what is.  

Distractions, day to day life, struggles, pride and selfishness allows deception to begin its slow manipulation.

I thought I was walking one way and found myself somewhere else.  

Living passionately following hard after God until I awoke and found myself gallivanting a down curving road to nowhere. 

 Deceived Through Distraction.


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  1. Ann MusicoOctober 17, 2012 at 5:58 AM

    Great pictures, Heather and a wonderful post I can certainly relate to. It's always amazing to me how children and pets can teach us so many spiritual lessons - and this was a very good one.

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