A Video and a Prayer
I have a thing for dogs. But, not all dogs. Big dogs. I love big dogs. I confess, I really don’t have time for small dogs. They shouldn’t count if they weigh less than my cat. That’s a wind-up toy, not a dog.
You and your chihuahua can be mad at me, that’s okay.
Regardless of their size, I think God did something pretty special with dogs. Out of all the animals in the world, dogs seem to have this THING for their people. They are family. Cats, and we love ’em, they are simply residents of our home. Or rather, we’re residents. Or maybe tenants. Cats own the place, and let us live there. But the dogs, they don’t just live there, they love.
(Did that make you cry? It always makes me cry. Even when I’m just writing a blog post. Sniffle. )
I’ve missed having a dog in the family. They are messy, and drooly, and noisy, and their farts are as bad as their burps, but gosh, we love them don’t we? (I feel so naughty for saying “farts.”)
We’ve done all the legwork for applying, but now we wait for just the right pooch to come along. We’re planning on rescuing an adult…not sure I’m ready for the puppy thing again, yet.
I’m still raising a couple of puppies.
I’m anxious. So many variables. Temperament, health, behavior…we had a delightful German Shepherd Dog years ago, but she just wouldn’t tolerate other dogs. Thousands of dollars spent on socialization and training, but our diva wouldn’t suffer other dogs to live in our neighborhood.
She was great with babies. Our infant son would pull food from her mouth, bite her on the tail, play pat-a-cake with her jowls, and she wouldn’t move a muscle. Even Sophie the Cat liked her. Once, she even tried to fly.
But we couldn’t even take her for a walk safely. I’d go out at dawn, before others were out and about, and even then, I always worried that at some point, she’d get out of my control.
It was an awful season. We loved her so much, but we had to let her return to her breeder to find another, safer home. She became an Only Dog and lived out her life chasing bunnies through the forest. Better than being cooped up with us.
So, I ask you, will you pray for us? Pray for just the right dog, for our very own Mudge to live with and love us, and love our boys, just as God intended?
It’s not too small a prayer for God, I think. GoD and DoG.
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