Mom showed me this picture the other day. I met this nice dog once, when she was a puppy. She has a friend, as you can see. I’m not jealous of her (dogs aren’t jealous, as Rowan so clearly knows), but sometimes I wish I had a friend like this, that I could cuddle with.
It’s cold here. I like the cold, and especially like rolling around in the snow. Mom and dad don’t like the cold so much. So, we don’t do as many fun things together in the winter. Also, Mom has to work more in the winter. That’s when it would be good to have a friend.
In the summer we go on vacation together, and I catch the ball in the yard, and we eat outside by the lake sometimes!
In the meantime, I try to be the best friend I can to mom and dad. I know that’s my job, and that’s part of what God created me to do.
Also, does anyone here know: why do most churches not let dogs come to church? I think we could teach a lot.