Easter Rest

My Aunt Dana brought Dutch and Bella to visit me this week. Dutch is a Beagle (a very loud, hyper Beagle), and Bella is a laid back Golden Retriever. Me, I'm just tired. I love my friends around, but they sort of wear me out. Does that ever happen to you? Do your friends ever wear you out and suck your energy like a big vacuum? They haven't tried to steal my hip hole under the rose bush in the back yard yet, but Dutch loves to steal my food. I have to eat it all up before Mom lets him back in the house or he'll hog the whole bowl down. Gluttonous little bugger. Very cute, though. Maybe it's because I'm an older dog that I get tired so fast. Dad took all 3 of us on a walk through the neighborhood yesterday. They was quite the sight. Too bad Mom didn't have her camera ready. Those two other dogs almost yanked Dad's arms out. Kinda funny, really. At any rate, let's talk about rest. Everyone needs it. But I'm not woofing about just sleepy/vacationy rest. I'm talking about peaceful rest in your heart. Even though my doggy friends suck my energy, I have lots of peace and I know that they are good dogs. And my Mom and Dad love me. Mom takes excellent care of me, even at my age and with diabetes. I know that their love completes me. Just like God's love completes a human. When you know that He loves you, then you are safe now and in the future. Nothing can disturb your future, because Jesus already paid the price for anything you've done. So hang in there, all of you. Rest in the knowledge that you are loved.

Dog Food and People Issues

So Mom was gone for a week, and Dad had to feed me and give me my insulin shots. Whoooeeee there is a difference! Mom doesn't stab me as hard as Dad. Dad gives me more food than Mom, but he gives me the ground stuff that looks like, well, dog food. Mom gives me meaty chunks with gravy. I really like it better when it looks like people food from the get-go. But keep in mind it's all the same thing. Dog food is dog food, regardless of what it looks like. And if they dribble a little people grease on it, that makes it palatable.
If I take that idea and make it relevant to you humans, let's see what happens. If a situation is ugly on its surface, people won't swallow it. For example, if your human government did things that were obviously evil, you wouldn't follow it, right? But if they make it look all spiffy and good, you'll just eat it up and not think anything about it. From what Mom says, they are covering up the truth with a bunch of gravy that makes their actions look good, but is really hiding a removal of your human rights. They tell you things and you believe them, but it's only because they have hidden their agendas under the guise of good. But it's not good. It's still dog food with gravy on it.
I'm a dog, folks. You can feed me dog food. But as humans, you shouldn't be buying or being fed the same thing I eat. You shouldn't believe everything that comes out of the mouths of your leaders -- because you will lose your privileges and rights very quickly. There are people who have plans to disarm, dismantle, pull apart the very fabric of your country's heritage. And they hide it in the name of "helping" you. Don't believe it. They're feeding you dog food.

Fear and Aggression

Sorry I'm so far behind. Mom just can't seem to get time to help me write my blog. I'm going to have to plunk my fuzzy body on her feet until she lets me do some talking! I watched The Dog Whisperer last night with Mom. I love Cesar, he rocks! There was a dog on there who was so fearful all the time that he bit people, sometimes even in the face! Mom says there are a lot of people who would have put that poor little dog down because of his bad habit. But Cesar loves us dogs, and he worked on training the humans and fixing that dog. And it worked! He talked on the show about a fearful dog and how they act aggressively out of their fear. The principle works with humans too. Today in this country there are two political sides who do the exact same thing. One side is so fearful and confused about what America is that they create rules and ideas that cause fear in the other side. So both sides are aggressive, just like a dog with bad habits. It's instinct for dogs to have empathy about human energy- to feel and respond to people on that level. People aren't much different; you can see it when disasters happen that most humans are compassionate. But not when fear gets in the middle of the situation. Fear puts everyone on edge. The government is deliberately creating fear and aggression in the opposite side. I think they are doing it on purpose because they're afraid too. They don't understand their opponents, and they don't want to. It would be great if Cesar Millan would grab a couple of leashes, and snap! move their brains out of this fear thing so that they could all get along with some wisdom. Hey, Cesar, you up for that?

This little story was posted on FB this morning by a human friend. Mom tells me every day that she loves me, and this story made her cry. I know that she has lost numerous dogs over the years. I feel sad about that, but I'm so glad that there are humans like her that care about us dogs.I happen to know that humans like her are all over the place -- some of them right here following this blog. You're the best. I love it when you pet me, give me treats, and just let me participate in the pack. You're cool. Just wanted you to know it! Woof!

White Christmas

Yes, my Aunt Dana showed up ysterday complete with reindeer ears. I just love her. She's fun. I was hoping she'd be able to bring Dutch and Bella this year, but she's gotta get back home this evening. I woke up this morning to a bunch of snow on the ground. Wow. Christmas with snow- gotta love it. I get to roll around, stuff my nose in it, lay on my back in it...what a fun day it's going to be. And Micah's coming this afternoon too! I'm so excited. Christmas means lots of treats...today AND tomorrow! Me, I love Christmas. Lots of people, lots of food, lots of craziness. Not sure the humans think that's all fun and games, but I do. I feel like snow is a sign of peace- the Bible says it comes from God's treasury of snow for a time of war and trouble.The whole earth has a lot of trouble right now, from what I gather from my human friends. The snow is a reminder that peace from Jesus is available in the midst of that battle. So I love a nice white Christmas- a great reminder of God's love for everyone. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

A Holiday Miracle

The last few days I've felt awful. I mean, like hardly moving and losing my dinner awful. I just got a grooming, and looked gorgeous when suddenly I felt like death warmed over. I was really afraid I was going to kick the doghouse before Christmas. Then yesterday something switched. My mom's friend swears he didn't pray for me, but I abruptly got perky again. Like a light switch Somebody flicked. I even felt like eating again...although I prefer that my food be warmed now. Poor Mom puts the canned dog food in a bowl in the microwave for me. And I feel like eating again. I even charged up the back porch instead of hobbled. No more old weak dog for me! But I do think Mom and Dad should be prepared, and all of you as well. I am almost 13 as of this month, and as a Great Pyrenees/Golden mix I've lived long past my time. Mom takes great care of me. She loves me, and so does Dad (of course he teases me a lot. Wish I could start speaking English so he'd stop). At any rate, I'm doing much better now. Woof woof!

My Book

People seem to think dogs can't read. I'm here to tell you we may not understand the words, but we pick up on the energy. I've decided "Bobby Convict" is my book now. There's a place in the book where two guys duke it out while the drug kingpin, mother,her kids and her malnourished dog watch. One guy is a sort of good-bad guy, the other is a creepy bad guy. (The lines get blurred). But after the fight, the man who was the kingpin gave the dog a package of turkey out of the frig. Now THAT's my hero. He said the creepy bad guy never took good care of his dog and left it half starved. Grrrrrr. Mom says that shows compassion. 'Course it could just mean the guy hated turkey. But at least he shared. At least he tried to help that dog. Makes me feel good. I like him anyway- we met a few months ago.I decided to keep the book for myself. So Mom took a picture of me lying down with my new book. And did you notice my new haircut? Snazzy, huh? My fur's almost reddish today. Huh. Do you suppose that's why my first owners named me "Red?" Hmmm...