Growling

There is a blissful feeling when your children are on spring break from school. Mornings are far from rushed. Coffee tastes better. The sun shines brighter. And if you are blessed to be able to work from home, you don't have to wake with the alarm clock. Even though you body wakes up at 5:45,you can gently tell it to sleep an hour longer during spring break.

Unless you have a psycho dog. Who refuses to eat when you are not home. (He has such emotional issues from previous owners. I have tried to whisper to him, but I'm no dog whisperer to be sure!) And you are never home on Tuesday nights because you are in prison leading a choir of inmates. And you got home from prison later than usual and your dog was already in bed. And then you went to bed and slumber was divine. Until...

You hear a strange noise. You are groggy when waking up. You try to identify the sound which reminds you of water sucking down the drain. You listen more intently. The sound is close by. In your room. Near your bed. What it that racket???

And then you hear it loud and clear. Your dog's growling stomach. And your dog begins to pace. Each time he walks the drain in his stomach makes a screeching noise. It is foul. It is annoying. You are now wide awake and it is barely 5 AM. On spring break Wednesday. You then feel heat moving to your ears. You think your 11 year old son somehow forgot to feed the 75 lb. beast.

You turn on the bedroom light. You squint. You grimace at the dog with a growling belly. You stomp into the kitchen only to find a FULL dog bowl. And a very messy kitchen that your boys failed to clean up after their dinner. Apparently only one in the house is unable to eat without you, but the others are fully incapable of CLEANING without you. You make a mental note to complain to your children and impose some form of extra dusting on their list of chores.

Grrrr... now you're growling!!! It sounds like steam escaping from a tea kettle.

You give the dog a treat. Dog is happy in his bed. You work in the office. You stumble back to bed at 7 AM. And fall asleep with the big furry mutt lying next to you under the heated blanket. MERCY.

What is most unusual is while drifting to sleep you ponder how to make this into a spiritual blog titled "what are you hungry for?"... but you could only tell the story of a co dependant dog. How precious. NOT.

Can anyone council with my canine?

He looks so ready for help in his picture... or guilty.

Does that qualify as a spiritual application?