The Missions had a clean up day on Saturday, which meant I worked as a kind of laborer, helping to shovel up debris and hauling off the odd tree branch; it was good to get out with some of the men of the church.
One of them talked about his time as a young man on his parents' ranch in Ontario, where he somehow adopted a timber wolf as a pet. The wolf was loyal and friendly to him, but to no one else.
On Sunday, I said to him, "Good story about the wolf." He replied, "You have to be two things to have a wolf for a pet. In your early 20s and very, very stupid."
I liked that.
God bless,
LSP
