This summer the Wonderdog has been teaching me something …
we listen to and follow
those who know and care for us
It has been four months since work turned toward home, giving me ample time to spend my days with my fur friend. He is constantly with me, following me from the bed, in the morning, to the kitchen, the office, the family room or the bathroom. When out and I return home, opening the door from the garage, there he is, tucked into the back of the sofa, eyes transfixed to the door, ready to leap towards me as if I were coming home …
just. for. him.
He reminds me of that song we sing at Christmas time, about father Christmas …
“He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake”
Now he also stays close to my husband, sleeping under the desk, at his feet.
But … I am the one who most often feeds him, takes him out to the grass, gives him medicine, fills his Kong with treats, invites him for a walk, or orders him a puppucinno in the drive through. I am the one who invites him onto the bed for a nighttime cuddle, who taught him to love (or simply to endure) snuggles, who put drops in his ear and eye last winter. I am the one who takes him to sit outside … where he is so very tempted to bark at every passerby.
I care for him.
the good. the bad. the ugly.
And he knows it because …
we listen to and follow
those who know and care for us
As I was writing on my patio the other day, I realized that my foot was warm with his soft head resting there. Then I remembered that each day we had been outside lately, this is where his head would be … could he get closer to me?
He feels protected, secure in my attention to his needs. Even in my discipline and ear drops (his least favorite thing) he knows he is cared for. I know this because …
we listen to and follow
those who know and care for us
“My sheep hear My voice,
and I know them,
and they follow Me.”
John 10:27
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