Poor Pogo does not look happy. I told Jonathan to be certain to send me a photo of Pogo in her pup tent. So...it does look like he plopped her in it and told her to STAY doesn't it?
...To my ancestors who served in the Spanish-American War and the War Between the States.
...To my uncle who served in WWII...with the group of men on Normandy Beach. The uncle who came home with holes in his back spaced like he had been jabbed with a pitch fork.
...To my uncle for his stint in the USN.
...To my cousin for serving aboard the USS Ponchatoula during the Viet Nam "conflict."
...To my husband for his stint in the USAF. Thank you for coming home. Thank you...
...Those whose family cry beside your grave. ...Those of you whose families have no graveside to visit.
Thank you... ...To Sgt. Joshua A. Tomlinson... 
of Minden Louisiana. Who did not come home to his family but was buried Saturday afternoon. To his comrades in arms who served before him, with him, and after him.
...To every active personnel and veteran of every branch of the military of the United States of America.
...To the family members of those veterans. They serve our country by loaning us their fathers, brothers, sons, grandsons...and now their mothers, sisters, daughters, and grand daughters. I humbly and prayerfully thank you.
God bless each of you.
but then whenever she got ready to jump in, she did so in front of an adult fully confident that she would be grabbed before she went under...Jonathan saved her this time.
I noticed the colt...Sam and I saw the baby a few days ago and it had evidently just been born because its legs were so wobbly.
