Dogs Have Faith, Hope and Trust

There is no doubt in Wrigley's mind, that at some point each evening, I will manage to drop a piece of meat or some rice that will fall to the floor.  He waits, a bit impatiently, resting his head on the rungs of my kitchen table. He has faith in me.  I have faith in him, too, as I know whatever does fall will promptly be picked up by my drooling dog.  You could say our family has strong faith.

While he waits, he is hoping.....hoping that I have filled my plate too full; hoping that I will have one more glass of wine, and get a little sloppy and drop a nice juicy piece of steak.  Our family has strong hope, too.

Trust: I believe Wrigley trusts me, too.  For he knows that if I do not spill a single morsel of delicious people food at the dinner hour, that I always save him a couple of bites to be placed in his bowl when we are clearing our plates from the table. We have a trusting relationship.

Life and the relationships we cherish should always be this simple and wonderful, don't you think?,