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Little fountains of joy. But who is the poopetrator?
|By LYNDA JENSEN|
We own three miniature daschund (wiener) dogs and for those unfamiliar with the breed, they are a scream.
Picture this: I come home from a long day of work and get the same unrestrained joyful reception every evening.
I walk through the door, and three little dogs dance around me, wiggling around in an "S" pattern, standing on their hind legs to paw at my knees.
They're like little brown fountains of joy, jumping around.
It's hilarious, because they give me the same dance if I step out the garage for two minutes and then return.
It probably helps that I give them pork chop scraps on a regular basis.
In the past, making pork chops was boring.
Nowadays, when I fry them, as soon as the smell hits the air, the dogs shark the waters of the kitchen, looking for pork chop snippets. They love me.
The smell makes them go a little nuts. They're so cute, I'd probably feed them all of the chops, forgetting to feed the kids.
For the time being, they are worthless watchdogs, since every stranger is a potential friend who might feed them.
Incidentally, doxies are not necessarily known for being nice; in fact I've heard doxies described as being kind of snappy, nasty little ankle biters.
We are very lucky because our dogs are different, since we've purposely exposed the pups to children bouncing on their heads and lots of activity.
This seems to ease the persnickety side of the breed.
Suprisingly, I'm learning how much alike that puppies and (small) children can be in the way of training.
Right now, all three dogs are dinging a bell we hung on the door in order to be let out.
I think we're out of the woods now, but the pups were a little stubborn at first.
The cutest one of the bunch, Buster (see picture) is a little resistant to the potty training earning him the nickname "poopetrator."
He dings the bell, but is known to sneak off and leave surprises behind.
Go ahead, be peculiar
The word peculiar doesn't always have a good connotation, but I heard an interested message last month about why Christians should be peculiar.
Christians are supposed to be different or unique from others (but not weird).
To put this in contrast, the word holy means to be set apart or different (like God is holy).
This means not blending in with the crowd, according to Pastor Lance Ketchum, who also happens to be a distinguished author.
Ketchum notes the "crowd" is generally associated with the complacent and morally stagnant.
Unfortunately, we are too willing to go along with the crowd, doing what everyone else does.
Christians, on the other hand, are supposed to unique from other people; in fact zealous for good works.
For a good example of Christian behavior, look at Matthew 5:12, otherwise known as the Beatitudes, or the "be" attitudes, according to Pastor Ketchum.
I've learned . . .
That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.
That money doesn't buy class.
That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.
That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
That the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?
That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.
That love, not time, heals all wounds.
That I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.
That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.
That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation.
That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.