When our deck was built about ten years
ago, our master carpenter friend Mr. Ken took our dachshund Heidi up there with
him to measure for the spindles in the guardrail around it. He was determined that she would not fall off
the roof on his watch. And all these
years it has worked like a charm. I’m
not sure if that has been because of his spacing or because Heidi just got the message
to stay. But it is definitely dachshund-proof.
So imagine our surprise the other day when
we went out in the front yard to tell Cailyn and her parents goodbye. We glanced up at the roof, and there, glaring
down at us like a hawk searching for prey, was that giant of a shrimp-dog, that
massive terr-huahua, that huge chihua-rier.
Yep. Fred herself. She had made her way to the deck and quite
easily shimmied between the dachshund-proof spindles and onto the roof of the
house to check out the noise in the front yard.
I’m not sure which of us was the more surprised, though. She looked a bit disoriented, so Cailyn and I
went around back to get her back on the deck.
We scooped her up and carried her around front to say proper goodbyes
without the eagle-like stares from the roof perch. I’m gonna have to keep my eye on that
dog. She kind of reminds me of Snoopy. But I’m not sure we’re ready to house a World
War I flying ace.
Hebrews 4:12 says, “For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged
sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it
judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.”
Father, thank you for the adventures yet to
come and those we have already had with this new little critter of yours. Amen.
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