
Henry and I stayed at this wonderful guest house in Texas.

This is the downstairs living room. At the top left, you can see the opening of the loft that overlooks this area.

This is the loft.
Henry and I climbed the stairs to this loft, and without a second of hesitation, he ran and jumped over the wall. Holy Crap . . . NOOOO! I ran downstairs as fast as I could to find my destroyed dog. To my complete amazement, he was just standing there, not a scratch, no broken anything, perfectly fine. I have no idea how or onto what he landed, but that was a good 20-foot fall. I can only imagine how he felt when he cleared the wall to find no floor.
I am so profoundly grateful that God spared old Henry! I thought I would share this miraculous leap with you.





