Dear God:
Today, I thank you for the worn dirt trail upon which I trod as I take our dog, "T", on his twice-a-day jaunts from our doorstep into the Rocky Mountain foothills. This morning, we saw a mule deer buck - a familiar fellow who roams our neighborhood. He stared at us for a few seconds before bounding into the dense scrub oak groves that line our path. We quickly lost sight of him. T, however, caught his scent further down the trail.
For this blessing, I am very grateful.
Amen.
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