At a little after 4 this afternoon I could hear Faith barking outside, certainly not an unusual sound. I went out on the deck to see what was troubling her, only to hear growling and whining accompanying the barks. I saw her out in the bushes behind the compost pile about to tangle with what looked like a coyote. With my heart racing I began screaming her name -- "Faith!! Faith!!!" but she would not come to me. She took off chasing the other animal.Rick has always said that a dog will never win a battle with a coyote, and heart sick I felt that I would never see my beloved dog whole again. I ran into the house to get shoes, then back out still yelling her name, to see if I could find her.
She came running back out of the trees, tail between her legs, dirty but unharmed.
I am sure someone must have been praying for us. Who ever you are, thank you!


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Faith lives outdoors all year, and Rick fills her dog house with straw and surrounds it with bales as extra insulation for our cold winter temperatures.






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Berries left on the branches after the frost. Could they be sweet to the tongue? The enemy tempts with tastes unknown, but there may be poisons hiding there. Such things are best left untasted, untried.


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