Some days I wish I were a dog. A lucky dog. The dog that never doubts her Master. The dog whose every move communicates appreciation for every little dog bone she’s ever received. The lucky dog who is faithful. The dog who doesn’t bark and act all retarded when things don’t go her way. The dog that lays in the grass all trusting and loyal. Most days I wish I was the dog that greeted every morning with the following question, “How come you’re such a lucky dog?”
If I always acted like the lucky dog I am, I’d be a better dog – most days….
I’d be obedient and ignore the temptations that make a mess of my fur and leave me dirty for days. . I’d listen more and leave the garbage alone. I’d give up my obsession with trying to rid the world of all the dirty socks it has.’ I’d stop running away. I’d get over this thing I have with barking and whining when I don’t want to do what the Master commands. I’d sit at my Masters feet and be thankful, more often. I’d take a bath when He asked and stop refusing to clean up the shit I sometimes get on me. I’d get up early to begin each new day with my Master, tail wagging and panting all happily ever after and I’d follow that King of mine wherever he led, regardless of the cost to my paws and limbs.
Some days I could use a reminder to remember- what a lucky dog I am….
How Come You Are Such A Lucky Dog?
I’d make a terrible pet. I’d worry endlessly as to my Masters intentions and probably kill the chickens if the Master was even an hour late in delivering my Kibbles. . I’d struggle to embrace how lucky, truly blessed I was to have a Master that loved me so unconditionally even when I was an ungrateful pet. Yep. I’m pretty sure I’d make a terrible pet- but I haven’t yet given up on being the girl who knows what a lucky dog she is to have faith in a Master who doesn’t seem to mind that every once in awhile she can really be an ungrateful mutt…
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