First, to get the boring stuff out of the way:
H.J. Hill wishes she had met her first bulldog years before she did. She lives in Texas with a variety of Olde English Bulldogges, a cat, chickens, and a parakeet. A graduate of SMU and SMU School of Law, after practicing law full-time for several years, she moved on to homeschool her children for 2 decades. Living with bulldogs has been an unexpected challenge and joy.
Okay, those are the basic facts that everyone expects on an About page. Here is the rest of the story of why I blog about bulldogs of all things. Thirty-two years ago, I heard the call to write. (For anyone unfamiliar with the term, a “call”to do something refers to an appointment from Someone beyond yourself.) Writing was not anything that I had ever considered as a pursuit even though I wrote every day.
I write because not to write is unnatural to me. Many people do not want to write. To them, the idea of writing is horrific. Many of those people are in my immediate family. I understand. On certain days, the idea of writing horrifies me, too.
But still I wrote, many different genres, many different forms.
And then came the bulldogs, one by one. On top of everything else in my chaotic life, here came these dogs. And I could not help but write about them. They begged to be written about.
So here is my story about life with bulldogs, a life I never planned or expected, a life that was handed to me by Someone Who understands me far better than I understand myself. I am a writer and, for now and for as long as it lasts, I write about bulldogs.
Our dogs are the most organic part of our lives. How could I not write about them when I am a writer? They live, they move, they eat, reproduce, run, play, and exist. And. on occasion, they die. I write about them the way I write about myself or my children or anything else worth the effort and the print space.
The purpose of this blog is to share with you what God has done in my life through these dogs. The challenges, the joys, the wisdom, the pain, and the sacrifices. The laughter, the work, the questions, and the blessings.
How can all that come to me through a passel of silly dogs? Why these dogs, why bulldogs, why now at this point in my life? I don’t know and that is my part of the journey. So I write about them and I write through them. Adopting Stella’s voice and the voices of the others at times helps to tell their story. Accept their stories as real or not, these tales are based on their realities and mine. I would not waste your time or my own with anything less. Travel this trail with us. We never expected to be on it ourselves, but we do expect to see it through to the end.