Wednesday, October 22, 2014

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” — Will Rogers

The picture at the right is of the newest addition to our family.  Her name is Sissie, and she is a two-year-old Tibetan Terrier.  Her previous owners were Norwegian missionaries who sadly are returning to Norway for good after many productive years, so we got the dog.  We have gotten dogs from Swedish missionaries who left, American missionaries who left, and then we have had puppies from those dogs that we have given to other missionaries.  However, all of our dogs have been big ones that work every night as guard dogs.  Mainly German Shepherds and Rhodesian Ridgeback mixes.  This is the first wholly in-the-house dog, and the first really small one—at least compared to the others.  Sissie fell in love with Karen instantly and follows her wherever she goes.  She sleeps next to our bed (on Karen’s side, of course) and curls up under Karen’s chair whenever she isn’t in Karen’s lap.  Karen loved the puppies, but they grew up so quickly and became way too big to be lap dogs.  With her grandchildren 12,000 miles and three days flying away, this little dog has become like her grand baby.  I’m in charge today as Karen and John both had dentist appointments in Mwanza, but Sissie loves me, too.  According to the stuff we looked up on Google, Tibetan Terriers are sweet and sensitive.  They love people, soak up attention whenever possible and are very sensitive to the needs and emotions of the people around them.  They also adore their own people and shower them with love, attention and affection.  This, of course, describes none of our children, friends, or other relatives, but it is nice to find all these things in a cute, little dog.  I’ve always maintained that dogs were put here to show us what unconditional love was like.  I agree completely with Will Rogers in the quote above.  I want to be surrounded by all the dogs that have loved me in my life when it’s over.  That may be selfish, but it’s what I want.  Wouldn’t you?  You do know that to a dog, a human is the most wonderful thing in the world—to a cat, a human is simply staff.  I am a dog person.
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