Old Friends
- Daniel MacPherson
- 16 minutes ago
- 2 min read

Hello to all,
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After what seemed like a month of constant rain, we had a rain-free weekend in northern Ohio. The temperature remained cool, but the sun shone, making it possible to do yard work. Ginger, our self-anointed queen and protector, felt the need to watch over everyone. This meant hours of ensuring the garden was arranged correctly and guarding Mom and Sister from the ever-present dangers of rabbits, chipmunks, and Bentley, the most evil dog next door.
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Memorial Day brought old friends to the house. These families met in our home for a decade as part of our small group. Ginger held a special affinity for them, as they were her favorite acquaintances before they moved away. Their car pulled into our drive, which brought the wrath of the queen upon them. Then they stepped out of the vehicle, and the recognition settled into her mind. Their faces brought memories of old friends and good times. Her disapproving bark shifted to anticipation howls of joy and happiness.
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We soon settled into dinner of smoked pork butt and turkey breast with all the fixings. Ginger sniffed her way around the table, looking for head rubs like she had never gotten one before. When eye contact was made, her face lied to our old friends, stating she never gets love when they are not there.
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After dinner, we gathered in the living room to catch up on life. Ginger moaned her way around the room all night. Someone would pet her, and then she looked for some more. It was not till the end of the evening, as old friends rose to use our bathroom, that it occurred to me why she was complaining. Mitch was the first to relieve himself. He was not two steps away before Ginger bounded up to his spot and made herself comfortable. We had taken all the soft and cozy cushions, leaving only the floor for her. The floor is no place for a royal dog like her.
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Our old friends left to meet other friends they left behind. Ginger slept away Tuesday from her long weekend of protecting our home and meeting old friends.
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He Has Risen,
Danny Mac