Thursday, April 15, 2010
Lycos injured his foot several weeks ago and is laid off until next fall. But being laid off, I had to move him to the puppy pen every time I ran the team to get the other dogs past him. After a week of that I finally moved him down between Dash and Ginger, into a bigger, more comfortable house with a post tether rather than a stump so it moves easier.
Last week I decided to move Lycos to the back yard to run loose with Java and Dijon (cousins) and to bring him into the house for company. He seemed to enjoy it and be settling in well.
A couple of nights ago we had a big windstorm. The next morning I open the back door to feed. Java and Dijon were right there as usual, but not Lycos. Now what? Put Java and Dijon in the kitchen. Call Lycos – nothing. Check the gate to the back yard – it’s closed. I pray he isn’t hurt or trapped somewhere. Walk out and call him again and he answers – from his old house!
The wind blew the gate from the back yard to the dog lot open and Lycos is standing on top of his old house looking at me. That silly dog would rather be tethered where he had lived for years rather than run loose in the back yard and come into the house – to the point where he didn’t even leave for breakfast.
My next thought, as I face foreclosure and possible bankruptcy, is that I might be doing the same thing. Clinging to the comfortable known where we have lived for 18 years, rather than take a chance that God has something better in store on the other side of this storm. Food for thought, eh?
Keep 'em Northbound