NeW rOoM-mAtE

The weekend did not start out good.

Friday a storm blows in just when I was suppose to have some swim make up lessons.
It made a mess of our yard and Saturday is open house.

We are outside cleaning up and Brady is at his house trying to contact us.

I came in the house for a short time and than got his phone call.

BRADY'S HOUSE WAS BROKEN INTO.
Brady drove up and noticed that his back window was broken into and so he called the police. And as he was waiting for the police to come he was trying to get a hold of us.

Break................. 2 young boys broke into his house..........while several very young boys just watched him. WHY did they not call the police?

Brady's house is a mess. They threw things all over. Remember the storm, well that equals muddy feet. And so his floors, his rugs and everything they threw on the floor are muddy.

Break............because of the mud the police got a very good shoe print.
They stole an old cell phone, his laptop, cash, 300 DVDs, TV, etc......but worse of all they stole Crickett's old cop pistol and the DOG. The JERKS stole his DOG. I want to hurt the kids for stealing the dog. I want to slap them silly. I want them to have to stand in front of me naked while I make fun of them and make them cry. Those stupid, stupid boys. I want to hate them.

My heart aches for this dog that I have known for a short time. He has been through so much in his short life.
Corey and Emily adopted him in Chicago for Brady while Brady was in TX doing his training. The dog's previous owner wanted him as a fighting dog and tried to train him to fight. He has battle scares to prove it. But Diesel is not a fighter, he is a lover. He loves people. He loves to cuddle.

I have to remember GOD in all of this. I have to remember God's LOVE. I want to CRY.............

More later.............