I once knew a cat lady. Very nice lady, and a dear friend, but my word. The woman was obsessed with cats. She lived in the country, and cats from miles around came to her house to be fed and pampered. It was a little . . . uh . . . eccentric. Yeah, that’s the word.
Well, I’m ashamed to say I was a little too quick to judge her eccentricities. I thought I’d never fit into the “crazy cat lady” category, and so I could secretly laugh at her gazillion cats.
I was wrong.
Oh, I’m not the cat lady. Cats don’t like me much, and that’s okay with me. But somehow, I’ve become . . . drum roll please . . . the crazy dog lady. I say crazy, because that’s what anyone would have to be to take on the number of dogs that are currently living at my house.
We already had two dogs. Now, I love my dogs, but two dogs was already one too many. But Shamgar was our family dog. When darling daughter turned nine, she wanted her very own puppy, so we got her Annie. Now darling son is ten, and he wanted his own dog. Every boy needs a dog, right?
So after many months of begging and pleading and bargaining (from my husband, not my son) I finally agreed. Last Saturday, Jacobi came to live at our house. Now, Shamgar is a Lhasa Apso, and Annie is a Shih Tzu. Tiny dogs.
Jacobi is a breathtakingly beautiful Chocolate Lab. He has chocolate brown fur and clear green eyes. Stunning, I tell you. And at seven weeks, he weighs over twenty pounds.
But it gets even better. You see, my dear mother-in-law had knee surgery this week. And guess who has been elected to dog-sit her two puppies for the next several weeks?
So I currently have five dogs living at my house.
Yes, I know. I’m crazy.
But in my own defense, I’m not quite the same as the crazy cat lady. She actually wanted all those cats. I, on the other hand, am trying to figure out a way to get rid of some of these dogs. So far, I haven’t been successful.
I wonder if God ever feels about us the way I feel about those dad-gum, smelly dogs. I mean, really. We humans are high maintenance. We get ourselves into all kinds of mischief. And sometimes, we’re downright smelly.
I think I know the answer to that. He doesn’t feel that way about us at all. Instead, He’s more like my cat friend. He loves us. He wants us around. And He delights in taking care of us.
I guess I can learn a lesson from the cat lady.
But I’d sure like to learn it one dog at a time.
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