Several years ago Dad had a border collie named Zeb. That dog was near human - seriously. He was killed by a terragator during a thunderstorm. This marks the spot where he lays.
This is the home my grandparents bought in the 1950s and lived until 1983 when my parents bought the farm. I grew up in this house!
I love rainbows - partly for the beauty and partly for what they symbolize - God's promise. When I die, I am going to ask God if I can slide down a rainbow.
There is never a boring moment around our place when we are all together!