My family has taken in a foster puppy while her owner is recovering from some health problems. My husband has been wanting a dachshund for a while and my kids were eager to have a dog, but I wasn’t so sure. I’ve got a soft spot for all animals, but I’ve always thought of myself as a cat person. So, of course, who does the puppy attach herself to? Yep, me. It’s flattering, humbling, and a bit annoying all mixed together.
Wherever I go in the house, I’m tripping over her. When I sit down to work at the computer, she plops down in her little dog bed at my feet and waits. If she gets hungry, she’ll run down to the laundry room and grab a mouthful of kibble, run back, drop it at my feet and then eat it there. And all the while, she’s staring up at me with her big, brown eyes.
Yesterday, my husband and kids took her out for a walk and tried to introduce her to our neighbors. Not matter how much my family reassured (and reprimanded) her, she would only growl and bark at the nice folks next door. When I wandered out to join them, the puppy wiggled with glee and then promptly walked over to meet our neighbors politely. They said she seemed like a different dog.
It makes me think of Chris Tomlin’s song, “I Will Follow.”
Where You go, I’ll go.Where You stay, I’ll stay.When You move, I’ll move.I will follow…
I hope that I can follow after God with the same devotion that this little pup is giving to me. I don’t deserve her adoration, but He definitely deserves mine.