years ago, when I left to go to work, I found him passing by the sidewalk, in front of the condominium door where I live. He smelled by sidewalk and looked for food; I bought a cupcake and saw that it was hungry. I realized he needed help, and I took him home.

Branco is a dog experienced, lived with other people who abandoned him on the street when he aged and lost his sight, I suppose. He does not see good because had glaucoma in both eyes. I don’t know how old he is, but he has a lot of energy.

I am told that he is old. I also read that poodle breed with age can have glaucoma, and he has; and also that the old dog usually has whitish hair on its nose. Well, he has a lot of hair, so I don’t know if he’s too old.

I love being at home in the Home Office, which I once dreamed, researching and working, dealing with subjects and people from near and far. Currently, I go out alone, only when necessary; when Branco “takes me” to walk on the streets, on by the neighborhood where I also live since childhood, this it relaxes and calms me…

Walking and thinking, remembering and talking to the LORD, to myself, Branco, people, and other dogs…

 

 

Then, I look and see places I’ve been; children playing soccer, houses, buildings, restaurants, the shop where my aunt-mother had her beautiful store off pieces of decoration in the gallery of stores with the circular concrete walkways I liked to run; people passing by; other sidewalk pets with their owners; also some stray dogs and cats, and homeless people.

Branco wants to smell every dog ​​urine he finds on the sidewalk, he stops, I stop too, and wait; sometimes I need to pull him because he wants to lick. Dog thing.

He gives me support on the strolling; because people wouldn’t understand someone alone in the afternoon or evening, walking and stopping by the sidewalk, looking the movement around, and whispering to herself. They would find it strange, to say the least.

I always lived with pets, and I realized I need them, more than they need me.

 

 

In that daily simplicity, this has been our recent little history, here in SP*; always under Mercy LORD and His Support: protecting, instructing, guiding, enlightening, and correcting. I seek to remain on the Lane, to configure the honest and permanent Image — the Chemistry of GOOD.

And how “For with God nothing shall be impossible.” (Luke 1:37), I think Princess could complement our team.

* SP is the acronym of the name of the city of São Paulo (St. Paul), here in Brazil.
São Paulo refers to the Apostle Paul. 
The city was founded in 1554 by the Spanish Jesuit Jose de Anchieta shortly after the beginning of colonization.
It is the largest city in South America; blessed, but with immense social contrast, just like all of Brazil.

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.
Philippians 4:8,9