Like a Puppy

In spite of the wickedness in the world, there are still good people out there, we need to meet and greet them….so, greet them like a puppy!’

You don’t have lick people’s faces, but do show that you’re happy to see them. Puppies remember everyone and are always thrilled to see people. When puppies greet us they are genuinely excited, and that makes us feel good about ourselves.

First impressions really do count, especially the first few seconds. When you meet friends, workmates, or new people, turn up the enthusiasm meter, make eye contact and smile.

Why do we love puppies, because puppies love people.

Tit 3:15 “……………………….Greet them that love us in the faith. Grace be with you all. Amen.”

1 Pet 5:14 “Greet ye one another with a kiss of charity. Peace be with you all that are in Christ Jesus. Amen.”


Protecting the Homestead


The year was 1924. With supper finished, Grandpa gathered up table scraps and went outside to feed Shep. He called and whistled several times but the Collie didn’t come running. Worry set in immediately; Shep never failed to be waiting at the back step for tasty morsels.

‘Have any of you kids seen Shep? He’s always here for dinner scraps,’ Grandpa hollered through the screen door. He’d not been seen since noon by any of the six children or by Grandma.

Grandpa headed towards the barn hoping Shep had not tangled with the nasty Holstein bull. He was a wicked fella, but was registered and sired outstanding offspring for the family dairy farm. Grandpa took to carrying a 45 automatic when being in close contact with the critter – he wasn’t just mean, he was evil.

Just as Grandpa neared the cellar he heard a faint whimper from within. In the dark, damp cellar he found Shep resting. He didn’t raise his head nor wag his tail; he offered a weak moan, sighed, and closed his eyes. He’d been bitten by a venomous snake; his right front leg was badly swollen and fiery red.

Quickly a fresh pan of water, a few bites of food, and blankets were carried down the cellar steps. A soft bed was made and Shep was gently placed upon it. He refused food or drink. Grandpa spoke to him affectionately, stroked his beautiful head, and wiped at a lone tear before leaving his beloved Collie for the night. From the day he’d brought the tiny pup home there had been a special bond between the two.

Grandpa checked on Shep faithfully and tried to encourage food and drink. Shep would not touch food and the level in his water pan never changed. Therefore, after 24 hours, Grandpa gently opened his mouth and dribbled water from his fingertips to moisten his tongue. The procedure was repeated numerous times daily as well as wrapping the effected leg with cool, wet rags to hopefully control the swelling. Coal oil was applied to the actual bite area using a chicken feather, for even the slightest touch caused extreme pain.

On the fifth day Shep lapped at warm oatmeal Grandma had prepared, and took his first drink of water. His now-dull but loving eyes bore into Grandpa’s as if to say, ‘I’m doing my best to hang on . . . don’t give up on me.’

The family came running when they heard Grandpa’s whoops of excitement – for on the tenth day he found Shep waiting for dinner scraps. He’d made his way up and out of the cellar! The kids, who had been ordered not to enter the cellar during his illness, all but smothered the dog with hugs and kisses.

On the mend, he returned to his normal evening ritual; lazing next to Grandpa’s chair, his head resting atop Grandpa’s foot. And, bedtime found him sleeping on a pallet in the grandparent’s bedroom. With tender care, the young Collie gradually made a complete recovery.

Shep was a valued asset on the dairy farm and his herding instincts were flawless. He grew to be a strong, brilliant canine that was devoted to the entire family. As six children roamed the countryside hunting, fishing, or exploring, Grandma and Grandpa never worried when Shep was at their side.

Come spring, Shep supervised most all crops being planted. Harley, one of the teenage sons, began sowing kaffir corn one cool, crisp morning just after sunrise. It was an arduous task handling a team of four workhorses and a single row planter. The Collie only wandered occasionally searching hedge rows for rabbits in need of a good chase.

By late morning, the temperature had risen considerably. Harley stopped the team by the bags of seed for another load. He tossed his jacket atop one bag and sat down for a brief rest under a nearby tree. Shep rested his head on Harley’s leg and nudged his hand for an ear rub. They both dozed briefly until awakened by a clanging dinner bell – the noon meal was ready.

Harley approached his jacket; Shep clamped down on his arm, and pulled him the opposite direction. Having never witnessed such behavior, Harley knew it was not an attempt to play. He stepped forward slowly; Shep placed himself between Harley and the jacket.

‘Ok, boy. You’re telling me something is wrong with my jacket. I understand now.’

Shep whined as Harley gently lifted one edge of the jacket upward. He heard it before he saw it . . . beneath his jacket lay a coiled up rattlesnake, its tail quivering and tongue flicking to taste the air!

Harley backed away cautiously, as did Shep. ‘Good boy, good boy, Shep!’ They raced to the farm house, collapsed in the shade of a cottonwood tree, and had a lively wrestling match to celebrate Shep’s vigilance.

On the south Kansas plains, long before it was customary for dogs to be considered a family member, Shep held that very distinction. It was his from the moment Grandpa held the tiny pup in one hand and gazed into his enchanting eyes. In return, Shep became a staunch protector of Grandpa’s family and protector of the homestead.

A Forever Home (True Story)

Early one morn’ when a tiny pup,
My Mama wept out of control.
With teary eyes she cried, and said,
“Today you’re being sold.”

Still whimpering, she promised,
“You’ll have a ‘great life’ little boy.
Very soon you’ll forget about us,
And be someone’s pride and joy.”

She said, “You’re off to a ‘forever home,’
‘Cause that’s what fur babies do.
That’s Mother Nature’s plan for pups,
You’ll be loved and cared for too.”

But I was only six weeks old,
Way too young to be on my own.
I needed my Mama and litter mates.
I trembled, cried, and moaned.

Those new people were never home.
If they loved me, it didn’t show.
Alone in a cage, I cried all day,
And the hours crept by so slow.

Within a few days we took a trip,
I was dumped where homeless dogs stay.
As I searched their eyes for answers,
They just turned and walked away.

I had been good, even though afraid,
And wondered, “what did I do wrong?”
A baby schnauzer needs lots of love,
And to feel they really belong.

Three whole weeks I bounced around,
As confused as a pup could be.
It wasn’t like Mama promised at all,
A “great life” wasn’t meant for me.

Every day I woke up scared,
Would I move again today?
Why couldn’t anyone love me?
They just kept throwing me away.

Finally two more people arrived,
I sensed only warmth this time.
They scooped me up and kissed me,
And said, “now your life will be divine.”

They took me to a wonderful home,
With another doggy and tons of toys.
They say I’m called a rescue dog,
But mainly I’m a much-loved boy.

At last my “great life” has begun,
And no more will my heart ache.
We snuggle close in bed at night,
And I get kisses when I wake.

My heart smiles in my “forever home,”
And love sparkles in my people’s eyes.
I’m only touched with gentle hands,
And baby Hank never, ever cries.

Credit: Kathleene S. B.

*Thanks Kathleene! 🙂


Mt 26:2 “Ye know that after two days is the feast of the passover, and the Son of man is betrayed to be crucified.”

Lk 22:15 “And he said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer: …

1 Cor 5:7 “Purge out therefore the old leaven, that ye may be a new lump, as ye are unleavened. For even Christ our passover is sacrificed for us: …

Eph 2:16 “And that he might reconcile both unto God in one body by the cross, having slain the enmity thereby: …

Romans 5

12 “Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:

13 (For until the law sin was in the world: but sin is not imputed when there is no law.

14 Nevertheless death reigned from Adam to Moses, even over them that had not sinned after the similitude of Adam’s transgression, who is the figure of him that was to come.

15 But not as the offence, so also is the free gift. For if through the offence of one many be dead, much more the grace of God, and the gift by grace, which is by one man, Jesus Christ, hath abounded unto many.

16 And not as it was by one that sinned, so is the gift: for the judgment was by one to condemnation, but the free gift is of many offences unto justification.

17 For if by one man’s offence death reigned by one; much more they which receive abundance of grace and of the gift of righteousness shall reign in life by one, Jesus Christ.)

18 Therefore as by the offence of one judgment came upon all men to condemnation; even so by the righteousness of one the free gift came upon all men unto justification of life.

19 For as by one man’s disobedience many were made sinners, so by the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.

20 Moreover the law entered, that the offence might abound. But where sin abounded, grace did much more abound:

21 That as sin hath reigned unto death, even so might grace reign through righteousness unto eternal life by Jesus Christ our Lord.”


1 Cor 11:25 “After the same manner also he took the cup, when he had supped, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood: this do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me. ”

1 Cor 11:26 “For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord’s death till he come.”

Wisdom of Dogs


The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue
Author Unknown

Don’t accept your dog’s admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful
Ann Landers

If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went
Will Rogers

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face
Ben Williams

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself
Josh Billings

The average dog is a nicer person than the average person
Andy Rooney

We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare. In return, dogs give us their all. It’s the best deal man has ever made
M. Acklam

If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few people do
James Thurber

Ever consider what our dogs must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul – chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we’re the greatest hunters on earth!
Anne Tyler

If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man
Mark Twain

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole
Roger Caras

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie


One afternoon, I was in the back yard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour.

This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: “Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.”

The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: “He lives in a home with ten children – he’s trying to catch up on his sleep.”

Credit: Susan F. Roman, Chicken Soup for the Pet Lover’s Soul

Church Dog


*”Just one of those heart-warming stories that are pretty cool.” –Moraldiplomat

Church Dog

Sunday mornings are a leisurely time in many households, but they certainly weren’t in our Ogilvie, Minnesota home back in the late 1920s.

Church services began at nine-thirty in the morning. Mother was the organist, so she had to be there early. That meant all of us kids had to be washed and dressed with our hair neatly combed by the time Mother left the house.

As you’d expect, there was a lot of hurrying around to make sure everyone was ready on time. That was trouble enough, but one day we had another problem on our hands — our dog, Brownie.

Every morning, Brownie was let out by the first person who got up. When we called him back in, he’d usually come running right away…but not on this particular Sunday.

We called and coaxed for as long as we could, but Brownie was simply nowhere to be found. Unable to locate our disappearing dog, we gave up in despair and headed off to church, leaving Brownie outdoors somewhere.

We arrived at church and got settled in, with Mother at the organ. After some hymns and prayers, the minister began his sermon. We kids tried to sit still, just as we had been told to do, and not fidget. But as the preacher began to warm to his subject, I thought I heard something unusual. No one else seemed to hear it though. But then it came again, louder. It sounded like something was scratching at the church door. We kids all exchanged silent glances and stifled our giggles. Then the scratching sound was followed by the plaintive sound of a lonely dog howling. All the grown-ups pretended not to hear anything, leaning forward in their pews so they could hear every word of the minister’s oration. But we kids knew that howl. Only one dog in the neighborhood made that sound.

The wailing continued and the minister paused for a moment, furrowing his brow in frustration. He didn’t want to have to compete with a howling hound, so he signaled to the usher to open the door and shoo the dog away. But the usher was not quick enough for Brownie. As soon as he opened the door, in bounded our dog with a smug look on his face! He strolled up the aisle, cool as you please, as congregation and minister looked on aghast. When Brownie got to where Mother sat at the organ, he just plopped down and sat quietly. A murmur went around the church and there were some smiles and nodding of heads. The minister, determined to ignore this unusual canine caper, resumed his sermon.

The following Sunday happened to be one of those rare Sundays when we didn’t go to the morning service. However, no one had informed Brownie of the change in our schedule. After we attended the evening service, we heard the story: In the morning, Brownie had made a commotion at the church door until once again he was let in. Again, he sauntered down the aisle until he reached the organist, who was about to begin playing. Brownie stood stock-still for a moment, staring at the female organist. Then, when he had determined to his satisfaction that she was definitely not Mother, he returned to the church door and made it clear that he was not interested in attending this particular service.

There were many Sundays when Brownie repeated his demonstrations of religious piety and family loyalty. As you can imagine, this was quite embarrassing for Mother. There were some people who weren’t all that happy to see a dog in church. And each time we got a new preacher, Mother had to explain our unusual dog to him. Since Brownie lived to be nineteen years old, quite a few preachers got used to having that little brown dog interrupt their Sunday services.

Shortly after Brownie passed away, our minister came to call. After consoling us over our loss, he said, “If there is a heaven for dogs, you can be assured Brownie will be scratching at the door — and when it is opened, he will be given a place right up front with the best of them.”

For Sale: Puppies


A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign
advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his
yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his
overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. “Mister,” he said, “I
want to buy one of your puppies.”

Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck,
these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his
pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?” “Sure,” said
the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle,”Here,Dolly!” he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four
little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link
fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something
else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared; this
one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then, in a somewhat
awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing
its best to catch up…. “I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to
the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want
that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other
dogs would.” With that the little boy stepped back from the fence,
reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so
he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching
itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said,
You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.