This month my Poppy said I could put my paws to the keypad and take his
place because this tine of year is a big job. So I thought I’d tell you about us
and how we relate to God.
My Poppy and Momma got me three years ago
when I was just six weeks old. I fit in his hand and depended on him to take
care of all my needs, even taking care of my accidents (oops). I slept in his
lap because I felt secure there. I needed him to not get angry if I made a
mistake or got into stuff, because I didn’t know better. But most of the time
he kept his cool and tried to train me right. Sometimes Momma had to remind him
I was just a baby, (mommas are good for that) and to have patience, Poppy kept
saying he made a prayer about that one time, and God was giving him lots of
practice.
As I grew Poppy taught me how to do fun tricks, (and get tasty treats)
and I try hard to please him. I love my Frisbee the most; it is the best toy in
the world. Poppy lets me go bird hunting with him, and swimming and jeep rides
because he said we are buddies.
I’m not the bravest dog, so when I’m not sure about something or get
scared, I run to him for protection. Sometimes he laughs because I peek around
his legs from behind and he tells me he wouldn’t let anything get me. I trust
him.
My favorite place in the whole world is lying at his feet. To think
about it, my favorite place is wherever he is. I’ve seen my Poppy get tears in
his eyes, because he said that is how he feels about God and God gave me to
Poppy to remind him how he should feel towards God. I don’t know about such
things. But when Poppy gets on his knees to pray, I try to fold my paws too and
be quiet, because I know he’s talking to his Master.
I know my master loves me, and I
know Poppy’s Master loves him. I get treats, he get’s blessings. Life is good.
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