It's great to be loved and unjudged by my lovers.
Both of them see no wrong within me and I see no wrong in them.
Jasmine is a two year old girl with long long legs made for running, a task she does without thought.
Keeba is a big burly boy who's primary duty is to look fierce in the eyes of a stranger, a job he does oh soo well.
But to me they are just my best friends when the wife is not home.
They love me unconditionally and I do them.
I have never seen them do wrong, but I look with jaded eyes.
Jasmine is sound asleep but her legs are going fifty miles an hour. Who is she chasing I wonder, and will she catch them?
Now she lets out a small woof as she barrels down upon her prey. Is she near? Is she going to attack or is she just in it for the fun of the chase?
I have never seen Jasmine kill anything in her romps when she is awake, but would she if she conered her prey?
I wonder.
Now Keeba on the other hand has none of her speed, but he does have a very good sense of cunning, and unfortunately for the occasional unaware woodchuck he pounces with no regret.
Although the woodchucks are destroyers here on the farm, I can't really say I am pleased when he has exterminated another one.
But he stands proud at the back door with his trophy in his mouth, looking for my approval and admiration for his accomplishment.
It's just another day on the farm, and as always life and death take their place.
Jasmine is strewn across my lap and her dew claws are making mince meat out of my thighs as she runs and runs after her quarry. Do I dare wake her, or is it better to let her dream?
I am way too attached to these doggies, but I find I can't help but love them so.
It's not even close to being the same when it comes to our cat Casey.
While Casey may sit on my lap occasionally, she certainly has no love loss for me.
I can pet her if she will allow, but let her be rubbed the wrong way, and it's a nasty growl and a big leap out of my lap, and back to doing something else.
Can you believe that I actually saved this cat from certain death, and my repayment is that she is alloof to my nurturing!
I am just soo glad my wife can tell me how much I mean to her, elsewise I would go through life wondering if I am truely loved, or just another meal ticket for my friends.  haha
It seems as the older I get the more love I have for the people and animals of the world.
The more I hurt for what I see going on in the world, and I am powerless to do much of anything about it.
Fortunately for me, my wife has taught me how to give of myself without need for acknowledgement.
I was most certainly blessed by the grace of this woman, and no other man can say they know of anything soo overwhelming.
She has taught me how to love completely, and without expectation of reward.
The reward comes from the satifaction that I have done what I have done strictly out of the grace of my heart.
She taught me that I need not always be right, and that humility goes a very long way to making life even happier.
Happiness is what she has given me, and by her grace I can then in turn pass on the happiness every chance I get.
We didn't fall in love, but we did discover it as we grew together throughout the years.
Now our love is bigger, and grander than anyone has the right to know.
God has truely blessed me, but if not for her I would have never known.
So here I sit with my Jasmine running down a bunny rabbit I think, and as she does, she is scratching the living heck out of my legs, but because of how my wife has taught me to love, I will be able to tolerate her dream a bit longer if need be, but I sure do hope she cathches that bunny real soon.  haha