I had a somewhat rude awakening yesterday. At ten minutes to five (A.M.!) Freddy, who had apparently jumped off the bed sometime in the night, made her return.
Well, she attempted a return, anyway. She apparently misjudged the height of the bed … and missed. I awoke to the subsequent thud against the side of the bed. She was fine, though.
I, on the other hand, was wide awake. So I got up and began my morning bathroom ritual. Now, if you are worried about the poor little brown dog … don’t be. By the time I came out of the bathroom, she was nestled snuggly on my pillow. Poor little brown dog … indeed.
Psalms 68:5 says, God in His holy dwelling is a father of the fatherless and a champion of widows.
Father, we do thank you for our little dog. She’s a sweetheart. Amen.
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