Chicken Breasts. Once again the Lord works in most mysterious ways.

Chicken Breasts. Once again the Lord works in most mysterious ways.

I vowed to prepare my clan healthy meals.

Looking over the selection of boneless, skinless chicken breasts, I wondered… since when do they fill them with gold  pellets?

But thankfully the nice man in the Ingles meat department pointed me to some that were on sale.  I bought two packs. Googling “easy chicken recipes”, I found a great one on a web site with “mom” in the title. (The title of the web site not the recipe.)

I bought all four ingredients. And was ready to cook. Then life got in the way and the chicken sat in the fridge — for two days.

Did I say our puppy ran into a car on Monday night?

No. I haven’t blogged that our dog was hit because it was traumatic. I am into denying any drama that might try to navigate into my life these days.

Pulling up to our house 8 p.m. on Monday night, I see my husband carrying the dog. 

“Tebow’s been hit. I think his leg is broken.”

Life’s funny. You are so tired and holding it together. Then your daughter disobeys and takes the dog into a neighbor’s yard to visit with their dog — takes Tebow off his lease. Then the other dog chases Tebow across his rightful territory into a car being backed out my our dear animal-loving neighbor.

Collision.

That’s when I arrived on the scene and we made an appointment to go to a emergency animal clinic. Then our wonderful vet called.

He asked me lots of questions,

“Is he alert?”

“No,  I think I’m going into shock. Should I wrap myself in blankets?”

 “The dog? Is he alert?”

“Oh. His tail is flopping all over the place like normal. He still has that stupid grin. But looks like he had a mini stroke on his left front leg.”

The more we talked I could tell that our Tebow probably just got his bell rung by some Kentucky defensive end. The next morning, I hobbled more leaving bed than he did getting out of his crate.

“Labs are tough,” the vet had said.

His little tummy was puny four days later, so the vet suggested I feed him chicken and rice. There was a reason I bought that chicken.

It’s always something in life. Dogs running into cars.

 I’m glad labs are tough.  

No. I’m glad the Lord made labs tough so I don’t have to be.

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