Have you ever noticed that dog is god spelled backwards?
With that, I’ve come to the conclusion that my dog is dyslexic. I have a d-o-g that thinks he’s a g-o-d. He eats, sleeps, and subtly demands his walks and petting as if he were human. As if we were intended to worship him.
See for yourself. Our couch. Our pillow. Our dog.
He’s just a bit confused. Kind of like some of my students. He gets things mixed up. He’s dyslexic. He thinks he’s the master, and I’m here to serve him.
All I can say is it’s a good thing he’s so cute. And that he loves me.
I have a mug that says, “A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.” One thing is for sure. If you give your heart to a dog, he will never break it. Maybe that’s why dog spelled backwards is god. If you give our God your heart, he will never break it as well. And he doesn’t chew your slippers or have fleas!
Let’s all love our dogs. Our pets. But let’s keep them lowercase, d-o-g. Let’s make sure we worship our God, not our dog. Good luck telling mine that the floor is where he sleeps and only the food that is served for dogs in his dish is for his dining pleasure.
She replied, “That is true Lord, but even dogs are allowed to eat the scraps that fall beneath their masters tables.” Matthew 15:27
Love and laughter.