“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23.So thankful His mercies are new every morning because yesterday desperately needs a ‘do over.’
I was not a happy camper.
I am dog-sitting for 10 days. It was my first day with Bryce and I’m his favorite. He follows me everywhere. Mind you, I am not a dog person. (I’m only returning a favor for a friend who recently watched our guinea pigs while we were on vacation.) I grew up with cats. Gentle, purring, low-maintenance felines. This Lhasa Apso kept me up all night with his growling and barking.
If I cleared my throat, it barked.
If the refrigerator rumbled, Bryce did too.
If the guinea pigs rattled their cage, he’d rattle my nerves.
I realize he’s just adjusting to unfamiliar sounds, but come on. I need my rest. Even more so since I’m still recovering from Strep Throat and Scarlet Fever. The last thing I need is a two-foot fur ball lying on me all night, barking and growling at the slightest breeze and interrupting my zzzz’s.
With only four hours sleep, I barked and growled non-stop yesterday. I’m thankful I have a forgiving husband and son.
No doubt I deserved the doggone dog house.
But today I can start anew. So can Bryce. After all, he slept well last night. So did I; I was in another room. He’s barking less; so am I. His appetite is back and he’s fetching his ball.
Some things are a constant: I’m still his favorite and he’s mostly underfoot.
Except now. He’s scratching the front door. My clue to walk him. Time to spray the neighborhood with his territorial scent.
Dogs sure are peculiar pets.
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