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Chris Fabry
Married to Andrea since 1982. We have 9 children together and none apart. Our dog's name is Tebow.
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After finding and remediating mold twice in our Colorado home, we abandoned ship in October 2008. Because of the high levels of exposure, our entire family was affected. After months of seeing different specialists for all of the problems, we came to Arizona to begin comprehensive treatment to rid our bodies of the toxic buildup. In August 2009 we moved into a larger home, four bedrooms, south of Tucson, north of Mexico. I am doing my daily radio program/ writing from that location. Thanks for praying for us. We really feel it.

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Friday, July 26, 2013
We had to muzzle Tebow last night. It's the ears. The vet said he needs them flushed and rinsed and medicated. We tried without the muzzle but he was having none of it.

So we got him a treat and tried to coax him into the muzzle. Again, he was having none of it.

Finally, Reagan brought him onto his lap and held him tightly, and with a swift move I got the muzzle on. But it didn't fit Reagan.

No, I mean Tebow. Now he was scared. His one way to communicate with us was taken away. No more snarling and showing his teeth.

Brandon grabbed his hind legs, we put him on his side (this took four people and the dog is barely ten pounds), and Andrea applied the medication.

He struggled for a while, and then we began talking to him gently, encouraging him. "Good boy, Tebow! Good boy."

I felt him relax in my hands. And when we turned him over for the other ear, he didn't seem as scared or fidgety. When it was over and the muzzle was off, he ran around the room wagging his tail and looking at us, as if he were grateful we cared. There was also a bit of, "Never do that again."

I don't know how many times God has muzzled me and held me down. I don't know how many times it will happen again. It feels better when it's over, but I know deep down it's never going to be over. There's always something growing in my spiritual ears.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013