by April Kidwell | Blessful Writings
There comes a time in every man’s life when he thinks: I can do that! Is it over confidence? A desire to make his mark on the world? Or perhaps the drive to build something with his own hands? Maybe a combination of all of the above. That’s kind of what...
by April Kidwell | Blessful Writings
Look at that innocent face. With those big brown eyes, clear as a mountain pond in spring. A wiggly little nose, and distracting pink ears that decry his thievery. This is a sock thief. He also steals tissues. And napkins (the fabric kind because that’s all we...
by April Kidwell | Blessful Writings
If there is one thing that we have discovered during these first few weeks of puppy love, it is that having a puppy is a little like having a toddler. He gets into everything within reach. He questions everything. He chews on everything. He puts all sorts of things in...
by April Kidwell | Blessful Writings
Some days are harder than others. We get busy and focus on doing life and we don’t think about it. That’s not to say that we don’t think about her everyday. Because we do. Every day we think about our sweet girl. And miss her. We adopted her...
by April Kidwell | Blessful Writings
Jasper is not our first shelter adoption. My very first dog was adopted from the Humane Society of Bend eons ago. She was a dachshund terrier mix, all black and brown and white. She was low, but not slow. A runner. The door opened and she was gone. But she always came...
