Bradley Morgan My Scottie Bradley is just about the cutest dog on the planet. I'm sure there are other cutest dogs on the planet, but this one is my own, my precious. It is amazing to me how well he has me trained. And even Steve has become trained, albeit unwillingly. B-Rad likes to wait at our bedroom door in the morning so Steve can let him out and get his food and water. Then Steve and I debate who will let him out after he eats breakfast while we're having ours. Steve loses unless he's especially crabby. I have to go out to get Bradley back in, because he starts to wander. There are swamp bunnies, squirrels, and tomcats to chase after. He has no regard for my clean floors as he comes in covered in dew, weed seeds, and grass clippings. He is nonchalant and stubborn as I try to clean him up a bit before allowed on the tile and rugs. Oh well. I own a mop and a vacuum. He watches me work as if I were created to follow behind His Royal Highness with a swiffer. For al
My life as a steward of the gifts and blessings entrusted to me.