Just Be
I hope you don’t grow weary of devotions about our dog, Tess, but my dogs always have so much to teach me. Or, should I say, the Lord has much to teach me through my dogs?
This morning, Jason and I were discussing our precious pup, who, at that moment, was snuggled between us on the bed in utter contentment. We contemplated which she enjoyed more—eating or sleeping. Then, we realized walking, hiking, and going on a card ride all topped the list of Tess’ favorite things. Ultimately, we agreed that she didn’t care what she was doing as long as she was with her people. Her favorite thing in life is just to be with us.
I’ll Go But Only If You Go With Me
Even though Tess was five years old when we got her, she wasn’t house-trained. She had spent much of her life in a kennel, so it took some training to help her realize the house was not a toilet.
All in all, she’s done well, and to make things easier, we installed a doggie door, so she could let herself out when she needed to go. We were hopeful there would be no more incidents in the house, but one thing we failed to consider is how much our pup hates inclement weather.
Tripping Over Tess
Jason and I have had five dogs during our married life, each of which could be classified as clingy. If I left my office to go to the kitchen, they would follow. When I went to the bathroom, they would accompany me and stand guard. Inside, outside. It didn’t matter. Where I went, they went. I’m well acquainted with this particular characteristic.
But Tess is a next-level velcro dog. She is so in step with me that I often lose track of her because she’s so close behind me that I can’t even see her.
The Valley of Distraction
Typically, walking with Tess is a piece of cake. She doesn’t pull on the leash. She minds well when I tell her to leave something alone. In general, she’s very chill. This morning’s walk, however, offered several more challenges to tempt and distract my well-mannered terrier.
The first distraction came from the stinky leakage left behind by the trash trucks. I don’t know what the appeal is, but I haven’t had a single dog that could pass by without wanting to roll around in that nasty goop. Gross!