Man’s Best Friend (click to comment)

 

In last weeks blog I talked about women’s best friend. This week I thought it would only be fair to dedicate an entire blog to man’s best friend. They come in many shapes and sizes. Colours and temperaments. They come slobbery and they come growling. Mine comes all white and brown with large sad eyes when I’m eating a tuna sandwich. Her name is Mojo.

I think the friendliest being in all the world is Mojo when she’s wet. We paid $300 for this dog. Or $100 per brain cell. It happens when she’s chewing on a bone and she snarls. Does she think I want the bone? That I’ll put it between my paws and gnaw on it? Still, dog is man’s best friend.

Here are my favourite quotes about man’s furry companion:

“I bought a dog the other day…I named him Stay. It’s fun to call him…‘Come here, Stay! Come here, Stay!’ He went insane.” –Steven Wright

“Don’t accept your dog’s admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.” –Ann Landers

“I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult?” –Rita Rudner

Will there be dogs in heaven? When my very first dog (Mojo I) died, my wise old minister father answered my question this way: “According to the Bible there are animals in heaven, Son. And remember, God only threw the humans out of the Garden of Eden.”   One thing Mojo is very good at, is fear. She fears storms. She fears that I won’t give her a piece of my chicken. She fears cats when they don’t run from her, getting her hair cut, and driving past the vet’s office. I see so much of myself in her. Do you? When I watch her follow us around as we pack our bags for another trip, I am reminded of the verse in Isaiah chapter 41:

“So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

It would be nice if Mojo knew English, but I rather think the words are meant for me and you. So do not fear friend, for God is with you.

 

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