Hello, all!
I'm sitting here at Saturday School (The last one of the year. This is the only time I seem to have a moment to write to you!). I'm starting to prepare the epic "Odysseus" unit for next year and I just read the part where Odysseus returns home only to find his dear old dog -- nearly dead and half-eaten by flies -- lying on a dung heap in his last throes of life.
The sweet, old, mistreated dog looks at Odysseus and then dies at peace because he has seen his master again.
That part of the story always makes me cry.
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You are a true dog lover my dear! -Sara
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