Dogs have really good memories. I'm pretty sure they remember everything.
My husband and I were on our way home last night, chit-chattin' in the car. We got to talking about our dogs. You see the little black one there? Well, she gets a treat every morning from her little black jar with the princess pink top. It makes a certain ceramic sound as I close the top. She really perks up then. Well yesterday I was in a frigid hurry, ready to go back into the warm bedroom and have my cereal. I suddenly remembered our morning ritual, turned around, and there she is. Still sitting on the carpet, her back to me, staring at the treat jar. She looks back at me, and then turns back to face the jar, as if to say, "Um, Ma. My treat. You aren't goin' anywhere without gettin' me my treat first. Now get back over here and gimme my treat."
Then my hubby tells me that when he goes out to work every morning, he brings this big treat ready for the huge white american bulldog in the pic. He said that yesterday morning, he yelled for him, and he came running so incredibly fast from down the hill, jumping, leaping, twisting and turning so fast because he knew he was about to get that morning treat. Justin held out the bone, and in mid-flight this big ole doggie grabbed it and just kept on goin', never missing a beat.
He really looked forward to that every day. And so does my little doggie. They never forget.
Makes me wonder what God feels like whenever I finally get around to spending some time with Him. Or even the things I say to others when I'm having an off-day.
He remembers. They remember.
-Tara K
To listen to their music, head to iTunes.com, and search out:
29:11 The Plan!
No comments:
Post a Comment