<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[&#039;Homecoming&#039; Blog]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://homecomingbook.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[sueannbowlingauthor]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://homecomingbook.wordpress.com/author/sueannbowlingauthor/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Things My Dogs have Taught&nbsp;Me]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p><a href="https://homecomingbook.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/dothead.jpg"><img loading="lazy" data-attachment-id="1602" data-permalink="https://homecomingbook.wordpress.com/2011/06/16/things-my-dogs-have-taught-me-ian1/dothead/" data-orig-file="https://homecomingbook.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/dothead.jpg" data-orig-size="326,417" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="DotHead" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://homecomingbook.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/dothead.jpg?w=235" data-large-file="https://homecomingbook.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/dothead.jpg?w=326" class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-1602" title="DotHead" src="https://homecomingbook.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/dothead.jpg?w=117&#038;h=150" alt="" width="117" height="150" srcset="https://homecomingbook.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/dothead.jpg?w=117&amp;h=150 117w, https://homecomingbook.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/dothead.jpg?w=234&amp;h=300 234w" sizes="(max-width: 117px) 100vw, 117px" /></a>Have patience.  Sometimes what you say, in words or actions, is not what the other hears.</p>
<p>There comes a time, in every life, when death is inevitable and may even be preferable to continued suffering.</p>
<p>Never be afraid to love, even though the end of love is death.</p>
<p>(assignment from Summer Arts Festival, © Sue Ann Bowling 2006)</p>
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