Dog's Life

This post is in response to a one word at a time blog carnival by Peter Pollock entitled Pets. For me that could easily have been Dogs. I am an unashamed dog person. We had a cat once. (It wasn't just my first cat, it was my last cat). But we are dog people. The two in the picture are the current generation: the Shepard was put to sleep last November at nearly 13; the Shepard/Retriever/Who knows what else mix is still with us at 15. Hard of hearing, shaky on her feet, a gimpy leg and possibly the onset of doggie dementia, but still with us. With her breeds and size, a human equivalent age that one normally only sees in the Book of Genesis anymore, but still with us.

The thing about dogs is they exhibit many of the qualities one would love to see in people; unconditional love, unswerving loyalty, and unabashed happiness when they enter your presence. The way we should be in the presence of the Lord, but are most often not.

I think that is why we grow so attached to them: the qualities they exhibit we know we should as well, yet they do not call us to task for it nor do they rub it in our faces (they are more likely to roll around on their backs in the grass than do that).

Dogs would make pretty darn fine people, but we would probably make miserable dogs.

Snowman and Dogs

Even wintertime is tough on a snowman!

Three Strikes

This dog is not having a good day.

So That's How They Do It

I wondered about this one, but not as much as yesterday's east and west conundrum.

A Bacon Driven Life

I have often thought that if I opened a restaurant, I would like it to be a concept restaurant called "Everything Tastes Better Wrapped in Bacon". I do not have the best dietary habits, I admit. There are certain foods that transcend good eating habits. Pasta, pizza and peanut butter are high on the list. Cheetos would be, but they are not food. Ice cream (soft serve preferred). And bacon.

Bacon is the most versatile, I eat more pasta and pizza, but you cannot wrap something in pasta and pizza. Try it with a scallop. Only bacon passes the grade. Cold pizza is great for breakfast, but try ordering it with a plate of eggs and see what kind of looks you get. The noble pig is committed to giving you a great breakfast, the chicken is only involved. And nothing has the ring of poetry,
nothing has the meter quite like ordering "Bacon, extra crispy".

But when I wax rhaposodic about bacon, I think of the chart on the left.

The sad thing is the chart also works for all the other foods I mentioned, fortunately only the bacon chart is fixed in my mind.

A dog's life, maybe, but even dogs love bacon.

But even I draw the line at soft drinks.

I Love The Mornings

The calm of a waking world, watching a sunrise.

Facing the day with all your energy still bubbling away inside you.

Spending some quiet time in His Word, reflecting on my walk with Christ, getting a little closer to Him while the world is held at bay.

A cup of coffee, a bite to eat, fresh air to breathe, scratching my dog's ears. (Oh, to be able to sniff the air the way a dog does!)

Smiling and saying good morning to my wife.

I love the mornings.

It is just a darn shame you have to get up so early to enjoy them.

Quick Word Study

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