My son brought home a grand dog, Ruger. My husband and I spoil him, just like a grandbaby.
My weakness is sneaking him snacks off my plate. At this point, sneaking is the wrong word. When I'm eating, he'll sit at my feet, drooling huge strings of drool and blowing spit bubbles, like Pavlov's dogs. My husband's weakness is playing laser pointer with the dog. He'll wait until it's dark outside and proceed to create a laser show Ruger cannot resist.
This leads me to the point of my story and why I have a dog head- shaped bruise on my calf. My husband zoomed him around our yard a few times until I reminded him that he needed to take him to potty. I personally walked out to encourage him to do his business. I finally said I was going inside while my husband zoomed him again. I told him to stop playing and come inside. What I didn't notice was the laser pointer following me. Guess where I'm going with this.
My husband stopped the laser behind me; however, Ruger continued running forward as he looked back to see where the red dot had gone. According to my husband, it was a perfect quarterback tackle. Ruger's head took me out by the back of my knees. I buckled and landed directly on top of the dog. He made a squeaky toy noise that I couldn't replicate even if I wanted. I was sore and bruised the next day, but not bothered.
And then the lamp happened. The boys were roughhousing with the grand dog, and no one knows whose fault it was, but my living room lamp ended up shattered on the floor. No big deal. I bought a new lamp.
Tonight, at small group, the guys were playing with the dog when I saw the table get bumped. The new glass lamp tilted. I dove, slow motion yelling something like, "not the lamp again!" Meanwhile, my daughter yelled, "fire!" I thought, "
the lamp's not on fire."That's when I noticed that in bumping the lamp, they moved the fall flower arrangement next to a burning candle.
The ribbon had ignited. I have two firefighters in my home. However, the first to respond was a young man who thought the best way to put out a ribbon fire was to blow on it. It started to spread. I could just imagine the curtains going up next. I stopped the young man blowing and patted the fire out. With a scorched arrangement, confused dog, and tired me, I can't wait to see what will happen next. It's like our walk with God.
There are highs and lows, but we can always know that He'll be with us through it all and showering us with His love the whole way. Have a great week high-heeled warriors!
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