Something to Chew On
from the February 2015 Messenger Word gets around a small town pretty quickly, and the Greenwood dog-vine told me my Big Guy talked about me during one of his sermons and how I fell victim to temptation. In my defense, I chew on things. If he leaves them where I can get at them, I’ll chew them. I am sorry for some of the stuff that I chewed on. I shouldn’t have chewed on my bed, because it sprung a leak, and had to be thrown away. I shouldn’t have chewed on his shoes, but, like a good cheese, I figured anything that smelly MUST be tasty. I must also raise a point about this challenge he is doing with you about raising money to help people who have to travel to get water. I support the cause because it can be exhausting for me after playing to walk all the way over to my water dish. But I don’t understand why he has to get me involved and that I have to wear a Packers jersey if you give enough money. I don’t even LIKE professional football. I prefer college football, and m