He was handsome far above many others.  He had thick, black shiny hair that formed a beautiful mane. His dark eyes sparkled with silent laughter and he almost skipped when he walked.  At first appearance, you would think he was a tough guy when he would slightly bow his head and give a low growl.  But deep down inside, we knew he was a softy. 

He was just trying to maintain his reputation of being boss.  On rare occasions, he would decide it was time to play and he would want to wrestle with one of the family members.  Sometimes I would let him think he got the best of me but Mom didn't pay fair.  She would always win, or maybe he would let her win.  Most of the time you would find him sitting quietly, looking out the window, watching the world go by.

Topic: Devotionals

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