Sadie is redoubling her efforts to get back on the Gravy Train–now that she’s more agile, she comes downstairs in the night and barks–trying to levitate whatever food is on the counter, I suppose. She opens the door under the sink and tips over the garbage–to the point that I’ve had to move it. At first, I bought in. She must be starving, I thought. (Right. She weighs 39 pounds.) I didn’t give in, but I did ask the trainer if I could give her more food. The answer was YES, as long as what I gave her was green beans, carrots or some other vegetable.
Last night, I gave her brussel sprouts, left over from my supper, and she actually ate them.
It’s an adventure. I’m not giving in on this one–I love this dog way too much to undo all her hard work on the treadmill.
Being a writer, I can’t help drawing parallels here. Do you suppose, when we really want something and pray hard and believe hard and we still don’t get what we asked for, God knows what we’re asking for would be bad for us and is really saying, “No. I love you too much.”
I know what Sadie doesn’t. She’s much happier and healthier. She will probably live a longer life. It’s a darned good thing I keep saying NO to her.
And it might be a darned good thing if God is saying NO to us.