My dogs bring me joy and comfort. They greet me at the door like I’ve been gone forever. They want to be with me, following me from room to room or wherever on the farm they’re allowed to go. But they have their moments.
They drag their squeaky toys around the house, leaving them wherever the mood takes them for us to step on or the robo vacuums to drag around. It doesn’t matter if they have two of the same toy, they’ll still fight over the one that the other is choosing to run around with, egging the other on by making it squeak. When I sit down to eat, Remy literally drools, waiting to find out if it’s something I’ll share with him. Dazey’s on her own. They have me trained well in their morning routine of dental sticks to keep their teeth healthy, yummy duck jerky (the first of many throughout the day), and breakfast. If I fail to follow through on the morning routine, Remy stands and barks at me until I complete my assignments.
Remy is beside me as I write and rarely far from my side. Dazey is a little more independent. They each have a unique and beautiful personality. Why is it easier to accept the quirkiness in our pets and not people? (James 4:11-12)
July 7, 2025
