>> Tuesday, May 31, 2011
On my way through the kitchen to go make the bed, the laundry room door slammed shut. Was this a new trick Charlie had learned? Before I could get to the laundry room, I heard John yelling, “Charlie come. Come Charlie.”
Charlie was loose in the neighborhood. As I ran past his stash of treats, I grabbed some. By the time I got to John, he was half a block away and Charlie was headed for the walkway we have through our planned neighborhood. It’s a walk we’ve taken many times with Charlie, but he was always on a leash.
This time he was free … and loving every minute of it.
Charlie saw his chance … and took it. He was a dog … being a dog.
Proverbs 8:1-6 (MSG)