December 2, 2021
Our coyote looking dog enjoyed the wild berries that grew along the river dike. Yet as much as he wanted the berries, he wouldn't stick his muzzle into the bush because of the painful thorns. Instead, he'd face the berry, look up to me, and wait for me to reach into the thorns to retrieve the berry. A strange proposition. He got the berry and I got the thorns!
They put a crown of thorns on Jes...