We usually shut our 15 year old beagle in the living room when we leave the house.
He’s old, he’s lethargic and sleeps all the time, and he hates his kennel. He behaves perfectly well in the living room.
But he’s the Tasmanian Devil in the kitchen. He got in it today while we were at church.
This dog. *Sigh*
This lump, this loveable hound is an absolutely different animal when there is people food to be had. It is his reason for being. He lives for food.
Somehow he got out of the front of the house, made his way to kitchen, nosed the pantry door open and got into a package of spaghetti noodles. And an unopened can of refried beans. I can only imagine the dumbfounded look on my face as my brain tried to process the notion that my lazy lump of lethargy had managed to open a can of beans and eat at least 2/3rds of its contents. It was a pull-tab opening can, BUT STILL!!
Not to worry… he vomited them all up on the back patio (please pray for a hard rain soon). He seems miserable, and I’m sure we’ll be miserable around him tonight and tomorrow. (Beans, beans make a musical dog, he ate the can and made a fog…)
This whole episode, as confounding and frustrating as it was initially, is already just funny to me, but it made me think of Proverbs 26:11:
As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his foolishness.
Ain’t that the truth? And yet how many times do we do the same dumb thing over and over again? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. We won’t get fooled again. (Yeeeaaaaahhhh!!! CSI, anyone?)
Where was I? Oh yeah… beans, dog, vomit, foolishness.
My biggest repeat offense in the last few years has been trying to do life according to my own wisdom. I have a bad tendency to say, “OK, God. Thanks for helping me through that rough patch. I can take it from here.” I’ve really been trying to commit to taking each day as an opportunity to serve Him and be His in this moment, right now. Let tomorrow take care of itself, as it were. I find I’m much happier that way.
Now I just have to remember to keep the dog out of the kitchen.