If God had a dog …

I was driving along yesterday, thinking about how Heidi is growing up and becoming quite a nice dog. It has been a difficult week with Cornball*. It has occurred to me that he may always pee on the floor every five minutes and walk through it, and wouldn’t that be awful. I was remembering how hard it was to housebreak Heidi. Her sister, Chloe, little Miz Wonderdog, was practically housebroken at birth. Chloe is multi talented, petite, and perfect in every way. I thought we had gotten a defective puppy. I was driving along yesterday, thinking about how far Heidi has come, and what a good girl she is.

As I was driving along, thinking about Heidi, I got a lump in my throat. And then a familiar song came on the radio. And I started bawling my head off. It was the song that was in my head as I waited for the vet to come back into the room with the drugs that would make Noah go to sleep and that would stop his heart.

While I was driving along, thinking about dogs, it occurred to me that, while Heidi is a good girl, Noah was great, and she’s not Noah. I’m pretty sure that if God had a dog, it would be very much like Noah.