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And furthermore, anyone who claims to be 100% honest all the time is lying to himself.

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Cheryl: Thanks. This weekend was hard on all of us here. It seems the older I get, the less resilient I become on this sort of thing. I find myself subconsciously listening for his bark or for the sound of him tottering around the kitchen (we kept him in during nights this winter, to keep him out of the cold). He was always happy to see me and of late would just press his head up against my leg really hard and not want me to leave. Give Misten a hug.

God is good to give us such friends and companions. It is just hard when He takes them home.

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You’ve mentioned your old dog before, that that day was coming. I’m sorry, and I can imagine it is very hard. If I could, I’d bring Misten over to quietly sit next to you and lick your face.

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We are the sewards of God’s creation, which includes creatures, and we are called to take care of it. He has a plan for those creatures, it is just not revealed to us.

‘He sustains all things by His powerful Word.’ Heb. 1:3

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So I cannot get away with anything, anymore, contrary to all my blustering and bragging.

Cheryl D: Seeing your gravitar (is that what it is called?) makes me almost weep. This weekend we lost our old collie; he had a stroke on Friday night and completely lost the ability to walk and was in pain and suffering. I have had collies (or more accurately they have had me) continously for over fifty years, and I grew up with them too. This is the first time without a collie in my life (we have other dogs and they are wonderful but I sure miss Star – we called him that due to a white spot on his forehead.)

Perhaps I am a heathen for thinking it (the more sour dour-faced brethren in my life assure me that I am in great danger – ???), but I believe that God will take care of His dogs (and all His other creatures, too).

I have buried so many of these dogs and it just gets harder and harder the older I get. A small trivial thing to some, I know, but not to me.

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For instance, if my wife asks “Honey, did you take out the garbage?”

Clever answer: “Yep.” (I took it out last month.)

Or if she asks “Did you eat all the cookies again?”

Clever answer: “Nope.” (I ate all but one, which I am keeping in the breast pocket of my overalls for emergency use in case I have a sinking spell.)

Or, maybe she asks “Where WERE you all yesterday afternoon?”

Clever answer: “I was helping Roy inventory his stock.” (Roy and me were fishing in his pond and lazying around in the shade of the trees drinking soda pop and swapping tall tales – he has his pond stocked with trout, or claims he does, although all I ever see in it are bad-tempered snapping turtles.)

Or (she asks): “Why is there dirt and mud ALL OVER the seats of my car?”

Clever answer: “I gave a lift to three poor dejected wretches I found wandering on the county road; they were footsore and tired and dirty – I could hardly call myself a Christian and not stop and pick them up. Like I told you, when the economy goes bad, there are more and more poor souls out on the road that need charity.” (Three of my dogs were out on the county road and it was raining and they were plumb wore out from chasing rabbits and getting into the neighbors gardens and rolling in manure piles, so I felt sorry for them and invited them into her car for a ride home. It was not my fault they didn’t wipe their feet before jumping in – teaching children and animals manners is my wife’s job, anyway.)

If you are clever, you don’t have to lie, and you can STILL get away with a LOT.

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AJ: “No, JJ, it’s the fat that makes YOU look fat!”

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