You have to be VERY old to remember this tune written by Eddie Jones; nearly before my time.
Six days ago my wife, Audrey, presented me with a slightly early Birthday present. She caught me drooling over a puppy shown to me by a close neighbor. She found Sadie advertised on the internet; the breeder some 2 1/2 hours away…. I really have to quit drooling.
Now, what every old man needs is a brand new “peek-a-poo”. For those who wonder; this is a puppy who may someday tip the scales at ten pounds, and has the energy of a 100 pound sled dog. What were we thinking? for I was part of the selection process.
In theory, it is good for oldsters to have a dog as it helps them grow older happily, sitting there in the recliner with a ball of white fur to stroke and a tiny little tongue to render incessant kisses on their wrinkled hands and faces. But a puppy, who has absolutely no time for even a hello?
I was happy with the thought that “someday”. In the meantime her little computer button is stuck on the “on” position.
As it developed; in a matter of days she had overcome her fear of high places like a deck, and is now scaling plywood walls. Instead of once cowering in her new crate she has more spectacular escapes than Houdini in all his years.
She has chosen to make her toilet nearly always in the yard. She understands the word “no!” somewhat selectively. And, she cleans her plate. All in eight weeks (and six days with us).
Last night she had her first shot at a sleep-over. First played with, then , then zipped up in her crate with a broken zipper (artfully closed with safety pins, but loose enough for her to shinny through). She had always previously awakened at two and four in the morning to whine for attention. I awoke at 6:30 ; this time refreshed and astounded, only to find her sleeping on my bedroom floor (door slightly ajar) lying on my shorts.
Right then she had me…… forget the buddy stuff. I had a sweet heart!
One can never under estimate the wisdom of God. He knows men, and He knows His puppies. When he calls for dominion He means it. One would have to wonder, however, if He hasn’t arranged it to work both ways… for it has for most of us, hasn’t it?
Thank you, Audrey, for making God’s plan work, and for reacting to my every drool. Thank you God for continuing to make my life a joy and challenge; right down to my last puppy.