A Simple Prayer
Tonight, we're on the cusp of a severe weather event here in North Texas.
Predictions range from destructive wind-shear translating into straight-line winds, to severe thunderstorms, to large hail, to numerous tornados.
Just about right for Springtime in Texas.
After hearing the screen door pop a few times, I just walked out in the backyard to see what the weather's doing - right now, just quite windy.
But when I went out, Edgar wanted to go with me. Once we were outside, he decided "This isn't such a good idea", and stayed within 18 inches of me. When I said, "Let's go back inside", he headed for the door - stopping every few feet to make sure I was still walking behind him.
I don't own these dogs - I just look after them. I'm the Pack Leader; if any of them wanted to leave the pack, they would. My fences aren't determined-dog-proof.
They look to Lisa and I for safety, and comfort, and they get it, as best we can provide. If we fall short (it happens, but rarely), they don't notice, other than to whine or grunt a bit more than normal.
Which reminds me of one of the bestest, shortest prayers I've ever heard:
"Dear God, please help me to be the kind of man my dogs think I am".
If I could really acheive that, I'd at least be a Knight, and maybe even be Sainted by the time I'm 40.
Predictions range from destructive wind-shear translating into straight-line winds, to severe thunderstorms, to large hail, to numerous tornados.
Just about right for Springtime in Texas.
After hearing the screen door pop a few times, I just walked out in the backyard to see what the weather's doing - right now, just quite windy.
But when I went out, Edgar wanted to go with me. Once we were outside, he decided "This isn't such a good idea", and stayed within 18 inches of me. When I said, "Let's go back inside", he headed for the door - stopping every few feet to make sure I was still walking behind him.
I don't own these dogs - I just look after them. I'm the Pack Leader; if any of them wanted to leave the pack, they would. My fences aren't determined-dog-proof.
They look to Lisa and I for safety, and comfort, and they get it, as best we can provide. If we fall short (it happens, but rarely), they don't notice, other than to whine or grunt a bit more than normal.
Which reminds me of one of the bestest, shortest prayers I've ever heard:
"Dear God, please help me to be the kind of man my dogs think I am".
If I could really acheive that, I'd at least be a Knight, and maybe even be Sainted by the time I'm 40.
posted by Aaron Neal at 10:52 PM
1 Comments:
I'm the Pack Leader; if any of them wanted to leave the pack, they would.
Everybody with dogs should have that pinned on the wall.
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