
Today, for the first time, we took Diana to the Blessing of the Pets at our church. As you may already know - because I've said it before - Diana hates cats. She really, really hates them.
She's a good dog with people. She has never, ever growled or snapped at a human, not even at my grandchildren when they were young and annoying - not ever. But she is vicious about cats. We were afraid that she would make trouble at the ceremony if cats were present.
We decided to give it a try today, and it worked fine. There were no cats there.
She did embarrass me twice. She pooped on the lawn, and I had forgotten to carry a plastic bag with me, but fortunately another person there had a supply, so I cleaned up.
Then came the real hurt. One member of our church had taken the trouble to make home-made doggie treats, darling little bone-shaped things that looked good enough for humans to eat, and probably were, but DIANA TURNED UP HER NOSE AT THE TREATS! How mortifying.
Anyway, now that God's blessing is upon her, I'm expecting great things. I'm hoping that she will obey us in the future. She has not for nine and one-half years, but Jesus has said all things are possible for those who believe.
Diana was found with an arrow through her leg and taken to the animal rescue folks. After the vet removed the arrow, and she was spayed, the local paper ran a picture of her on the front page.
Our previous dog, Rusty the Wonder Dog, had died of lymphoma about six months before, and when I saw her picture and read her story, I asked my husband if we could adopt her. He agreed, and here she is, nine and a half years later.
If I had a scanner, I'd show you the picture that was in the local paper of me picking her up from the vet. Since the newspaper had showed her looking for a home, they wanted to show her finding a home.
