|Here are three of the current four dogs we own:|
Left to right: Misty, Luke, and Lady
On reading that post, I realized that I used to be one of those who liked dogs better than people. That’s changed. I do care about dogs (and other animals), and I do get teary-eyed sometimes over animals that are abused or abandoned or just plain cute. On the other hand, when I see articles or videos about dogs that need, for instance, a prosthetic device, I find it hard to justify spending thousands of dollars to do for a dog something that many human beings in the world need and cannot afford. Much as I love my own dogs, there is a limit to the amount of money I will spend to treat their medical problems. Much as I love my own dogs, I believe it is wrong to value them above human beings.
So...meet my dogs:
Here's Skippy, a 15-year-old fox terrier. We got her when our daughter Ruthie had just turned 3. After a few days of watching me cater to the whims of our new puppy, Ruthie asked, in all the seriousness, "Can we take her back now?" Skippy has survived being attacked by a coyote, and has also survived four assassination attempts by our own border collie, Lady. We now keep Lady and Skippy separated.
|Misty seeks the comfort of shade from|
Our Blessed Mother. I can relate!
|Even in the middle of winter when the water is frozen,|
Misty would go swimming. She needs ice skates.
|Luke is an athlete. He runs like the wind |
and can leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Finally, here's Lady, a 5-year-old border collie. She's my favorite dog of all time, despite the fact that she is neurotic, even for a border collie. Part of the problem is that she is so darn smart. She knows when something is not right, but not quite smart enough to figure out when she can do something about it and when she can't. (Hmm...sounds like some people I know!) She also is smart enough to know that she would rather be a human than a dog, and she tries to convince both species that she is in fact human.
Here are a phew phun photos of my phriends:
|Misty grabs a ball and rolls with it. I don't know why.|
Sometimes she lays very still with it too, and looks dead.
|Lady and I have done some sheep herding. The experience|
prompted me to write about bishops in a paper I called
"Lessons from Sheep-herding".
|That's Chief, our German shepherd; now deceased.|
And that's Lady as a puppy. She adored Chief.
|Lady as a puppy.|
|Lady likes to stay cool, too. She and Misty take turns.|
They never go in the pool together.
Luke declines to partake
|Lady and Luke waiting for a treat.|