If I Fret Over Tomorrow, I'll Have

She Had No Particular Breed In Mind, No Unusual Requirements. Except The Special Sense Of Mutual Recognition That Tells Dog And Human They Have Both Come To The Right Place.

The Dear Girl, I Fear, May Be Contemplating Some Alarming, Disruptive Perhaps Dangerous Project. In Which Case, I Would Naturally Do All In My Power To Keep Her From Any Such Rash Or Foolhardy Enterprise – Unless She Wished Me To Accompany Her.

Most Of Us Are Called On To Perform Tasks Far Beyond What We Can Do. Our Capabilities Seldom Match Our Aspirations, And We Are Often Woefully Unprepared. To This Extent, We Are All Assistant Pig-keepers At Heart.

Morgant?" Taran Asked, Turning A Puzzled Glance To Gwydion. "how Can There Be Honor For Such A Man?" "it Is Easy To Judge Evil Unmixed," Replied Gwydion. "but, Alas, In Most Of Us Good And Bad Are Closely Woven As The Threads On A Loom; Greater Wisdom Than Mine Is Needed For The Judging.

If Life Is A Loom, The Pattern You Weave Is Not So Easily Unraveled.