None-the-less, I was at the hour in the morning when the Trappists had already completed there vigils.
In the echoes of between awake and asleep I heard my wife let the dogs out side.
I fell back asleep before I heard them come back in.
Then, I felt it.
First I felt the warmth, then the wet, then it's presence.
One of our dogs (Benedict is his name), a beefy hunting Vizsla, had placed himself immediately to the right of my shoulder---
started shaking out of excitement.....and then...
urinated.
Yep, that's how I woke up.
Dog urine--on my shoulder, arm and neck.
See. Ben has a bit of a problem. He really tries to control himself. But his excitement always gets the better of his entire being, especially his bladder.
Thing is--its every time.
My wife and I can't even hug without him butting in.
Now, I am sure the dog whisperer or someone trained in dog therapy will tell me that he has some issues.
No joke. Maybe it's the middle dog issue, or the neutered big dog in a pack with a female doberman as alpha dog issue. Doesn't matter.
Now, I am not assuming the role of "God" in his life, so the following thoughts are not meant to be presumptuous. Please keep this in mind as you continue.
What it made me think about was simply How am I approaching God. I mean this dog is this excited every moment he sees us. How am I with God? Do I approach with Holy Fear and Awe? Am I aware that I am in His creative hands?
So what is your approach to God? Are you coming to Him with everything you got?
Now, let's go one step further...What is your approach to other people, familiar and non-familiar?
Later in the day, our family was working outside when I heard my lovely wife yell for help because one of the dogs was in trouble. There is a very old in ground swimming pool that was covered and Ben had fallen through. In my rush through the woods I re-injured a bum ankle and fell in a patch of poison ivy.
"He's okay." She hollered.
Yes, he certainly is.
