Puppy on a Roll    

Big adventure at the Rhea house this week. We just took in a spaniel-mix
puppy. You can't pick up a tennis ball or stuffed animal in here that
doesn't make a slobber-log squishy sound. The entire upstairs smells a
little like puppy breath. Every square inch has been sufficiently
sniffed, then thoroughly chewed and slobber-covered.

It's an adjustment for all of us, granted, but the biggest adjustment is
on the part of the two cats, who haven't entirely unpuffed since the pup
lumbered through the front door. I think I actually saw the spaniel grin
when she tried to greet the kitties. I didn't have a puppy language
interpreter, but she seemed to me to be saying, "Hey, those look really
chewy! I wonder how far that fat one can roll." Fortunately for the
chewy cats, the puppy seems to think the stairs are some sort of magic
portal and won't even go near them.

So the downstairs has officially been claimed by the cats and they're
setting up a little kitty kingdom. You have to go through Cat Customs
and prove you're not even remotely canine to even go down there. They're
checking I.D.s.

Speaking of I.D.s, when we've given our lives to Christ, we become part
of His kingdom. Not kitty related. Our identity is in Him. No need for a
magic portal. We have Jesus! No big dog fear either- no need to fear
anything at all. The God of the universe is on our side. His kingdom is
the most glorious place to be.

I could write about it all day. As a matter of fact, I would write more,
but I just heard a weird sound. Does it make a weird noise when a fat
cat rolls?