Paulisms ~ August 24, 2015

August 24, 2015

  Paulisms ~ August 24, 2015   “One summer in Poland, when I was probably 9 or 10, I was on vacation and several miles down the road a large scary-looking dog was chained up to a farmhouse. One day, I snuck out, brought food, and he and I slowly became friends. For three weeks I spent every day sneaking him food. By the end, he would wait for me…