OUT WITH YA

I was talking last week about the dog I had as a kid. Today I am going to tell you about my mother’s dog, if you could call it that.

Roll mental camera…

My mom bought this black Lhasa Apso puppy that she named Cashmere. Cashmere was as soft and cuddly as the name described. But, like all puppies, she was not so good about potty training. They would put Cashmere outside to go potty and she would come back in and pee on the carpet.

Finally, many months later, my mother banished poor Cashmere to the backyard indefinitely. The dog was well fed and watered while she was out there, but that is about it. Her hair grew long and matted and she stunk bad! If Peppy Le Pew would have been into dogs, he would have even passed on her.

I think it was nearly three years before they finally gave in and let the poor thing in the house. Once they got her trimmed up and bathed she was a new dog. Cashmere was once again soft and cuddly, but this go round she was also potty trained. That dog would have rather exploded than go on the carpet after that.

Could you image what it would be like if we got cast out of God’s family if we screwed up too many times? I am so glad to have comfort in that fact that no matter how bad I screw up God is always willing to let me back in the house. But sometimes I wonder if getting the boot would wise me up. I will try to avoid peeing on His carpet in the future.

Have you made a mess that was boot worthy in the past?

Would getting the boot for a while knock some sense into you?

Anyone else have a pet that paid the price for making a mess?

We adopted a dog that chewed about $2,000 worth of woodwork in our house the first day. Needless to say we de-adopted it quickly.