The Wrong Conclusions
My dogs are pretty smart and they know me pretty well but today Rusty jumped to the wrong conclusion.
I started last evening to work in the study again, looking for things that should go to the Columbus Church. I found quite a lot of things again, (and there's still more). They are things that I think the church people would be interested in such as my husbands records of various services, year end summaries, notes on meetings, etc. And there are Bibles and hymnals that he collected down through the years. A friend at the church knows of a missions group that collects Bibles and hymnals to send to other countries where people have learned to speak English and welcome our old books because they don't have them so abundantly in their countries.
I've made at least three trips to the car this morning, each time with a big armload of books and binders to go over to the church at noon. Rusty jumped to the conclusion that I've been loading the car to take a trip! He wants to be sure that he isn't left behind. I'm trying to tell him that I'm not going anywhere special. No, no, no, he can't go with me. But he is ever hopeful!
He'll get over it when he realizes that I'm not taking a trip after all.
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