Who Let The Dogs Out?

“Who let the dogs out? Whoop! Whoop!” You have heard it, I know you have! The problem won’t be getting you to admit it…it will be getting that song out of your head now.

Friday night my hubby and I went to a NBA basketball game. The game was in Denver and it started at 8:30 pm. That being said, after we got home around midnight the kids were wired from being with their uncle and soon to be auntie. They played, ate and had a great time together. We climbed into bed around 2:00 am. I will just admit right now that I am NOT a night person, or in this case an early morning person. I usually go to bed around 9:30, 10:00 tops.

During the night the wind was blowing so hard that it kept waking me up. I didn’t really think too much about it and especially not at 6:45 am when the dogs were barking to go outside. Like usual, I opened the back door and released the hounds. Normally they will come right back to the door after going potty and then they lay back down…which is what I really wanted to do myself. Ok, let me just preface this with – we have 3 dogs – 2 of which were given as “gifts” to my children – 1 of which we researched the breed, looked for just the right one and purchased him. One more comment – dogs given as gifts is NOT the best idea! Ok enough of that…the good (purchased) dog was standing at the door waiting to be let back in. He was barking (I will call it tattling on the other 2) at something. The pesky wind had blown over our fence in the night and the 2 other “gifted” dogs bolted. REALLY? I do not want to be running around the neighborhood chasing dogs, at 6:50 in the morning on a Saturday in my jammies. I wake up my husband who in turn mumbled his thoughts on the dogs – and the fence. Now in all of our years as dog owners we have had numerous methods of rounding up our animals. I won’t mention them here – as some may not be appropriate to speak of, but one of the popular ones is “Do you want a treat?” in the sweetest voice you can muster up in the situation. It does the job, sometimes. That didn’t work this time. Nope, this called for a different, better method…”Who wants to go for a WALK?” (in the sweetest most happy voice you can muster up).I am telling you, our dogs are stupid…they were running free and they think that being put on a leash to go for a walk would be better???? Stupid dogs, but it worked!

As I climbed back into bed – with my windblown, bed-head hair I started thinking. The smart dog (did I mention we purchased him?) was back in the warm house, in his warm bed. In his shelter there was food and water, love and lots of petting and playful times. Why would the other two (again, did I mention they were gifts?) run away – there’s no one there to feed them, to make sure they are warm, to give them treats, to play ball with them, walk them or to pet them. They are on their own. Hmmm, don’t we as humans do this too? Our boundaries get blown over and we think that we will be able to handle being away from the protection of our Master and His shelter? We would rather run “homeless”, wandering, searching, hungry and thirsty than to be under the protection of the Only One who can give us what we need. Then our Master says to us “Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest.” The only difference is that He means it. In case you were wondering, I totally was not even considering walking my dogs at 7:00 am on a Saturday in the cold and wind! I love is John 14:2 “My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you?” And I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this one in Psalm 27:5 “For in the day of trouble He will keep me safe in His dwelling; He will hide me in the shelter of His sacred tent and set me high upon a rock.”

I love my dogs, even when they run away. My desire for them is to be protected and cared for. I am not being cruel by not allowing them to run in the streets. If my love for an animal (whether bought or gifted to our family) is to protect them, how much more does my Master want what is best for His children? He chose me. He paid an extraordinary price for me. His love and shelter are free and SAFE!


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