November 10, 2005

Man's Best Friend...

Now don’t get me wrong. I don't hate dogs. In fact I have one myself. I even talk to him. I just don’t ask him questions expecting him to answer me. They say a dog is a man’s best friend. I guess that all depends on the man and the dog. We have a 3 year old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. He’s simply a lap dog. He eats, sleeps and waits to be petted. He barks only when he wants a piece of ice to chew on. He makes little or no demands. In fact he gives the me most affection of anyone in the family. When I come home from a long trip, he meets me at the door and runs in circles until I sit down and let him give me a big slobbery kiss. At times, I feel like walking out the back door and around the house and coming in the front again, just so I can feel loved and get another kiss. So I have found him to be a best friend. He serves me well. When I am going over my sermon he lays in the floor and sleeps. It makes it feel just like I am preaching in church, with little or no response coming from the pews. He usually wakes up when I am finished and expects to be petted. The more I think about it, it’s exactly like church.

1 comment:

Granna said...

Yeah, but I'm sure he tithes on the front lawn and you can't take that to the bank!