The other day, a gentleman at a store in a small town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county. He asked me a rhetorical question, “Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?”
I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up on the farm!!
· I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
· I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
· I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
· I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
· I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn’t put forth my best effort.
· I was drug to the kitchen sink if I uttered a profane four-letter word (I do know what Lye soap tastes like).
· I was drug out to pull weeds in mom’s garden and flowerbeds and cockleburs out of dad’s fields.
· I was drug to the home of family, friends, and neighbors to help out to fix a clothesline or chop some firewood, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back out to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think.
They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, the world might be a better place today.
Note: An older gentleman gave this to us.
Every morning brings a new fashion statement. 
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A Landon bubble.
"The Kiddie Cafe" 
Daddy's shoes... Not so easy to make tracks in.
A new baby for Christmas.
The youngest of the Otters were delighted by the opportunity to take part in the rearing of these puppies, so that means very child-friendly pups. 
They are now ready for a new (aka loving!) home.
