It is not the critic who counts

It is not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles,
or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;
who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again,
because there is no effort without error and shortcoming;
but who does actually strive to do the deeds;
who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions;
who spends himself in a worthy cause;
who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly,
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls
who know neither victory nor defeat.

~Theodore Roosevelt

Planting Flowers….

…..or… how to have a ton of fun with your dogs!

With a gift certificate for my birthday and Mother's Day from Candace and her family,  I bought some perennials for the yard. 

After deciding to clean out what used to be a sand box the fun began.  Brita was a 7 month old puppy who was being raised up by Teddy who taught her how to be a mudder and proud of it..  Olivia, Kobie and Ari were the 3 dogs who loved to play, especially Ari and Kobie who were often chasing after critters in the woods

Post script on June 1, 2011.  ......This adventure with the flowers had a lasting affect on the dogs.  When Ari talked to Marilyn, he showed her a picture of a fire in a firepit which was a puzzle to Marilyn until I showed her the picture here.  ......When Kobie spoke to Marilyn after she crossed, she told Marilyn to tell me to be sure to plant flowers.

 

 

 

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