Lynda Morgan

Spirit Wild Lupa, my dog, is my shepherd: I shall not want. She makes me lie down in green pastures; She leads me beside the still waters, running rivers and grand ocean. She restores my soul. She leads me in the paths of the wilderness; Yea, though I walk through the valley of spirit wild, I will fear no harm: for she is with me: Your deep amber eyes and wet nose comfort me. You watch and protect my table and keep unfriendlies away: You lick my face and wag your beautiful bushy tail: My cup runs over. Surely goodness, adventure and love will follow us all the days of our life; And I will be your pal and companion forever.