Spencer is our dog. He’s a wonder. Actually, he’s a dachshund. A blue dapple, long-hair, blue-eyed little ankle nipper and love of our lives . . . but sometimes he makes me wonder how in the WORLD he keeps from being varmint-bait. Why do I say that, you may ask. And I’ll just tell you. He has a mouth that far outweighs his common sense. The little guy thinks he’s King Kong, when he’s not even Donkey Kong. He sees himself as a giant among doggies, able to attack the largest bone and reduce it to toothpicks in a matter of seconds.
Somehow I don’t think the wildlife around here completely agree with that assessment. The deer scoff at him when he barks (incessantly) at them, and tease him unmercifully. They know, you see, exactly where that electronic fence is, and they stay just on the other side of it and stand there and look at him. I know -I’ve watched them in action! But he thinks he could win in a fair fight, if they’d fight fair.
But hey, he’s made friends with the other animals, at least.
And speaking of critters that like to tease poor lil Spencer, a flock of wild turkeys hangs out around here too – on the roof . . . in the front yard . . . in the back yard . . . and always just on the other side of his fence.
I guess I can’t really blame him for the constant, nails-on-a-blackboard barking frenzies. It’s what dogs do when they’re bored, or excited, or lonely, or happy. And when he’s REALLY happy, he goes nuts! I wish I could catch him on camera when he’s tearing through the house lickety-split, but I don’t think my camera has a setting that fast – or at least I haven’t figured out how to use it. He loves playing with hubby – he was SUPPOSED to be my doggy (birthday present), but I know who he REALLY loves. And, strangely enough, it’s OK with me…it gives my sweet hubby a lift, and it makes Spencer deliriously happy to just be in the same room with him. Since I love both of them so much, then it gives ME a lift too.
Well…that’s our Spencer the Wonder Dog! I just thought I’d share our lil’ buddy with you, since he kind of fulfills the REmissionary thing – he gives this ol’ gal a feeling of new life, just watching him tear around and play. And he gives a lot of totally unconditional love – the way we’re supposed to give it to others. The way our LORD Jesus gives it to us.