I don’t know whether all dogs go to heaven, but I know for certain that my Dixie Lou is sniffing its fields.
James wrote, “Every good and perfect gift comes from above.”
And in the end, every gift that comes down from heaven returns to its Giver.
And Dixie was certainly a gift.
I’ve often said it.
The hub has, too.
A purely delightful gift.
See you later sweetheart.