After much thought I've concluded this is not the day to go to church.The Mean Machine, my electric scooter, is designed to be used with one hand so in theory there shouldn't be a problem getting there. The prospect of all those handshakes as the peace is passed, & of holding heavy service books at a level to be read, fills me with dread. My hand just isn't ready for it. God has clearly come to the same conclusion as now it starts to rain.
Instead I think of a phone call I had yesterday from an old friend in Arnside. She & her husband have a dog, quite the biggest German shepherd I've ever seen. He's getting on a bit now, 12, which for such a big dog is old. As with many older creatures, including man, he has a tendency to not to pick his feet up well, to shuffle along, these days. The owners have recently bought him two sets of 4 red shoes to protect his feet as the shuffling was causing his feet to bleed. Andy, the husband, has taken up a new hobby, cobbling. He's already had to re-sole the shoes once. The dog may not be walking well but he still enjoys his daily walks of several miles at a time. The image of this huge dog, elegantly attired in red shoes, makes me smile.
These friends are really very good to their animals & very inventive. One of their previous dogs had its back end go, so what did they do? Andy, an engineer by profession, made a little wheeled carriage to put her back legs in & strap her in, so the dog could still go on her much enjoyed walks, using her front legs & pulling the little wheelchair behind her.
It's good to hear from old friends.
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