Tuesday, September 25, 2007


When I was small a cousin decided to give my Dad an old hound dog, Ole Jack. He was big, ugly, a good for nothing, with a terrible self-esteem and Mom detested him, yet ‘Ole Jack” adored her.

When our cousin brought Ole Jack to our house, Ole Jack was dressed in a pair of shorts and t-shirt. Ole Jack's had a suitcase filled with a change of clothes, an ole bone, hair brush, razor, tooth brush, and a doggie magazine. From a 6 year olds point of view he was one really hip dog.

Ole Jack needed more than the normal attention given to a family pet. He needed constant love and attention. If you spoke kind to him or gave him a little attention he would jump all over you, cover you with smelly kisses and would try to sit in your lap. Sometime in life he had gotten the impression he was a lapdog.

Ole Jack came with all the usual qualities of a hound dog with bad manners. He barked at everything, was the local flea hotel in our small town and spent most of the time with his tail tucked between his legs.

Our neighbors had a large cocker spaniel type dog that was constantly bullying Melinda and me. This dog added Ole Jack to his hit list too. When this dog showed up, Melinda and I would run in the house and Ole Jack would tuck tail and slink away.

One day the bully dog showed up and started his usual bully tactics; this time Ole Jack fought back. With Melinda and me screaming and crying, Ole Jack latched onto this dog’s throat and refused to let go. Dad finally pulled the two apart, got bit in the process and had to have stitches.

Ole Jack was a hero! No longer did the bully dog come to our house and terrorize Melinda and me. Ole Jack seemed to slink less, seemed to stand taller, and seemed to find a little dignity. But Ole Jack would continue to be a lapdog in his own mind.

Matthew 25:43-45 “I was a stranger and you did not invite Me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe Me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after Me.' "They also will answer, 'Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help You?' "He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for Me.'



I couldn't help but laugh at the picture of the dog with the boxing gloves.

nb said...

Just stopped by to say "hi".
Hope you are feeling well!

Monalea said...

nb, I'm getting back on my feet. Just have a few problems. Thanks for asking.