Dream Interpretation about my dog

What an emotionally rich and vivid dream, Lisa! Here’s a possible interpretation:


I went LIVE on YouTube

Won’t you go to my YouTube channel and watch my live video? I only have 141 subscribers and 221 public watch hours. I need 1000 subscribers and 4000 watch hours to get monetized. I don’t have much to say until my brother and sister-in-law joined in to chat. I want to go live more often but I need subscribers who would join in and ask me questions.

And my dog’s got into the video too. I want you to meet Buddy, Trixie and Peanut. I have a song about Trixie on my YouTube channel too. It is called “Trixie the Shredder”. She is also a kangaroo, lol.

Fearfully Created

I want to share YouTube channels that I follow on my website. I wrote this song with the intention of sharing it with the person who I wrote the song for in the first place. I was unsuccessful in contacting her, so I am sharing it here with you. I did rewrite the song and thought about posting it in my YouTube channel, but I don’t think I will. This song is something I want to share but I don’t want to put out into YouTube land just yet.

This song would be considered personal, and it may have the makings of being a song you could hear on the radio even though it was created with Suno AI. The radio is not a place for AI voices but a place for real people’s voices. I don’t know if there would be any musician out there that would like this song or not, but if you are that one person, contact me.

I did create a video for this song, but I can only share the audio and a picture for visuals.

Country living in the hills of Tennessee.

Fearfully Created

Welcome into her world, where the hills meet the sky,
Where love fills the rooms and dreams never die.
A simple kind of life, yet so beautifully made,
This is her story—Fearfully Created.

Her name is Merina, in the hills she resides,
East Tennessee mornings, where the sun opens wide.
In a double-wide mobile, with love in each room,
Her husband and four kids make her life bloom.

The laughter of children, the bark of a dog,
The morning dew shining through the Tennessee fog.
She’s not chasing perfection, just living with grace,
Finding purpose and joy in her sacred place.

Dogs at her feet, chickens roam in the yard,
Acres of freedom, though some days can be hard.
She turns her little world into a work of art,
With a camera in hand and a homemaker’s heart.

Fearfully created, her life’s on display,
Cooking, cleaning, and making it a brighter day.
Redecorating corners, making memories true,
In the heart of her home, there’s always something new.

Her kitchen’s her canvas, where flavors collide,
Homemade meals with love served on the side.
From sweeping the floors to painting the walls,
Her home tells a story in every hall.

Cooking, cleaning, making every day bright,
Turning small moments into treasures of light.
A life full of purpose, a joy celebrated,
This is her story, Fearfully Created.

So watch her journey, take a seat, stay awhile,
Through the lens of her life, she’ll make you smile.
Fearfully created, her story unfolds,
In the foothills of Tennessee, where her heart is whole.

This song and lyrics are copyrighted by Lisa Sanders.

Dream Interpretation about my dog

What an emotionally rich and vivid dream, Lisa! Here’s a possible interpretation:


July 7th

It’s only a couple of days after the 4th of July and only a couple of days until the passing of my father 26 years ago. Life has changed so much, and so has my life. I think I will start a new blog and let this one go so I can start fresh. I need a new outlook on life, and as soon as I get my new computer, I will start a new blog.In the mean time, I thought I would share some pictures. This first one is my new home. Not much, but it is enough.

This is Elvis. He is the love of my new life. He took Red’s place but more about that later, or you could browse through my past blogs to find him.
This is Missy. She is so sweet.
This is Baby. She is about 5 lbs smaller than her brother and sister, and she is a baby.
Left to Right: Missy, Elvis and Baby
My daddy’s tombstone.
My husband Eugene is standing in from the helicoptors at Camp Robinson, where he now works.
A bigger picture but harder to see.
Thanks for looking, and let me know what you think.
Later, Lisa

The Old Mill in North Little Rock, Arkansas

So today started out as a productive day.
I got up and dressed.
Brandon got up and dressed.
We took Lulu to what I thought was the right Vet clinic.
but it wasn’t. It was the only one I knew about
in the Levy area in North Little Rock.
I came to find out that I was at the wrong place.
Levy Pet Clinic is on 47th Street.
not under the Interstate by the railroad.
I could have sworn that that was Levy Pet Clinic
because we took Red there some time ago
but it wasn’t and the lady who did dog grooming
came out to greet us and asked what we needed.
After she gave me confusing directions to a clinic
somewhere on the other side of the interstate,
I asked her if this was Levy Pet Clinic, and she said no and told me where to find it.
So after successfully dropping off Lulu and finding out what was wrong
A SLIPPED DISC on her lower spine
We had to leave her so he could take some x-rays to make sure.
He gave her a steroid shot and he gave me some pills to give her.
After leaving and showing Brandon the little house we lived in when he was in diapers
I showed him how to get to the Old Mill
so I could waste some time and take these beautiful pictures with my cell phone.
Brandon Looking out at water from the foot bridge.
The Old Mill is on the right with the water wheel and a path leading down to the water.
The footbridge looking back towards the road.
Looking down at the water wheel from the Old Mill Building.
Looking out the window from the second story of the Old Mill Building.
The dirty brown water where the pond starts. I guess it is because it is still winter.
A sideways-looking view from the window over the water wheel.
Inside the Old Mill Building, looking up to the second level.
Looking out the window from the old mill.
Another view looking out the window.
I think this is the best picture I captured looking back towards the footbridge.
Brandon is looking out the doorway of the Old Mill Building.
Some people’s boats dock on the Old Mill Pond.
A view from the footbridge.
A view from the top of the foot bridge.
The Old Mill Pond on a Saturday Morning
And by the way, Lulu will be just fine.