The Dog Next Door

Our neighbors must hate us. We don’t cause trouble. We keep the lawn mowed. We’re friendly. The music isn’t loud. Okay, sometimes we crank it for housecleaning purposes, but we are decent neighbors to have. Except for our dog. As I type, the pathetic whine of our basset hound is causing an irritation that can be compared to poison sumac of the eardrum. We are trying to teach him that he cannot come in until he’s quiet. I figure if my 6-month-old babies can learn that about getting out of the playpen, that dumb dog can at least learn to shut up. I swore we’d never have an indoor dog but we have a pet that proves evolution is only a theory and COULD NOT survive entirely out-of-doors.
I had a nice day as Mondays go; 7 loads of laundry, Luau dishes almost done, working on new homeschool management software, my DH took me out to Red Lobster – a very nice day! But I had to come home to that whimpering dog and it just made me want to throw rocks at him! "Do everything without complaining…" "Give thanks in all circumstances…" I’m thankful for shrimp. I’m thankful for my Neptune washer and dryer. I’m thankful Lenae gets to go to the neighbor’s and learn how to move a swarm and I pray she continues to work with bees without becoming allergic. I’m thankful Isaiah was so happy all through dinner (and, of course, fun to show off). I’m thankful dogs don’t live forever. There – I’m back to the right Christian attitude.