Daisy was my dog.
August 18th is Daisy’s birthday. It reminded me of that goofy little beagle that adored me. We had to put her to sleep a few years ago.
We don’t think of dogs as having the same possibilities of developmental delays or disabilities as humans, but I’m convinced that Daisy had some doggie special needs or something. She didn’t have the highest IQ, but she was incredibly sweet. She knew no strangers. She lived to make us happy. When we were mad at her she was usually confused. God love her, that dog could be dumb. She would have played in traffic if I ever let her off the leash. In fact, though she usually got let out in the back yard, on the occasions that I did take her for a walk by the road, I had to make sure our Extend-O-leash was locked in its shortest setting, because she would lunge after moving cars.
I think God must feel the same way about me sometimes. “Boy, that Ed, he’s so nice, but man he is dumb. Can’t let him off the short leash. He’d just go get himself hurt.” I’ve remarked in earlier posts how God has been so faithful to us in ways financial and otherwise and is teaching us to rely on Him, but how short the leash seems to be sometimes. As I reflect on our time with Daisy, I’m starting to get why that might be. Continue reading