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Melly's recent Blog entry.	Puppie's for sale ( 385 reads)	Thursday, November 05, 2009 (20:37:00)
A storeowner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies for Sale." Signs like that have a way of attracting small children, and sure enough a little boy appeared under the storeowner's sign. "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" the little boy asked. The storeowner replied, "anywhere from $30 to $50." The little boy reached into his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37" he said. "May I please look at them?" The storeowner smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's wrong with that little dog?" The storeowner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered that it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. "That is the puppy I want to buy." The storeowner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you." The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for." The storeowner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies." To his surprise, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the storeowner and softly replied, "Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands."

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Granny Small

Granny

She walked through life a giver
Always at God’s call
A thoughtful voice of reason
A pattern for us all

The beauty of her sun swept voice
Gave light unto the night
I hear the echo of her heart
Vibrations over time

Lost in age and body
A mind that fades to white
Her memory braided cobwebs
As Alzheimer’s took her life

God took her from our graces
But never from our hearts
Her memory lingers ever
Although her soul departs

An Angel was my granny
Lent by God to one and all
To make our lives but sweeter
A treasure to recall.


Resting in Gods love
Mary Elizabeth Small
Aug 1908—Sept. 1992

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