Hi, Girls in the Sisterhood!I just have to vent for a second, OK?
My dog Obie and I are reallyreallyreally tired of the rain. See, I can't take him to the dog park when it's wet, and he gets bored and does stuff he shouldn't . . . like tearing my wallet apart.
Yes, I'm serious.
He actually climbed on top of the table (does he think he's a cat?), took my wallet, tore it in half—completely separating it into two pieces—took out the credit cards AND the dollar bills AND opened the zipper pouch and removed the coins!
I'm scared I'm going to get a delivery from Petsmart that he snuck out and purchased.
And today he decided whatever was in the trash bag smelled better than his dog food, so he pulled open the bag and sorted through the trash (if you call "sorting" spreading it all over the living room floor).
And where are you, Susie? you're probably thinking.
I'm usually downstairs working on SUSIE Mag.
Sigh.
He had to go to "Time-Out."
(I wish I could go to "Time-Out" and take a nap.)
Oh, Obie dog.
Will you ever learn?
Hmmm.
I wonder if my heavenly Father ever asks that about me?
Chances are, He probably does . . . maybe even every day.
But He never gives up on me.
He just keeps loving and guiding me.
So I'll take my cues from Him.
And I'll keep loving and guiding Obie-dog.
There.
Felt good to vent.
Love you, Girls!
Susie Shellenberger