"This precious treasure--this light and power that now shine within us--is held in perishable containers, that is, in our weak bodies. So everyone can see that our glorious power is from God and is not our own" (2 Corinthians 4:7).
“Here’s a free
Saint Bernard,” our Jeanette read out of the newspaper one day before school.
begging for a dog. But we had serious allergies and asthma in the house and she was one of those affected. The
allergist said “No pets.”
didn’t give up. Every morning before school she grabbed the newspaper. “Here’s
a free Great Dane.” Or “They’re giving away a greyhound.” “A collie.” “I found
a Black Lab they’re giving away here.”
I’d heard some
breeds don’t shed and poodles and few others don’t distribute their hair and
dander all over the house. Dander was the problem. But both children’s asthma
was improving, and my husband and I began to listen to Jeanette’s desperation.
She didn’t ask for much, and this desire for a dog was so great she didn’t give
The reason she
looked for free dogs is she knew we didn’t have a lot of money to spend. But
our finances loosed a little because I’d just gone back to work.
talked with a friend at church who raised poodles. In a few days, he and the
kids brought Macho home.
name when adopted was Appy because he was an apricot purebred miniature poodle.
The lady who bought him as a puppy fed him food off the table and he grew big
for his breed. She returned him to the breeder.
wasn’t the only reason the dog’s name was changed. Jaron, Jeanette’s older
brother, also wanted a pet so he went to the library and got books on dog
training and poodles and helped our daughter train the cute fellow. In the
process, they discovered the dog thought he was big.
So Appy became
Macho. I told the kids they’d probably have to take him to the doggie
psychiatrist after doing that, but the dog took it well.
name, everybody knew Macho. When he barked, he sounded like a Doberman. He’d
threaten to tear a stranger to bits and within minutes try to go home with him.
everybody loved him, and he took to the “pack” (the five of us still left at
home) with joy.
became top dog. Whatever he said, Macho obeyed. He was pretty good with
Jeanette, but the rest of us could give every command in the book and you’d
think we spoke Chinese. But if you said treat, walk, bath, leash, go, he
understood. Well, he did make an exception for No! spoken in a certain tone of
voice. He had at least a 12-word vocabulary and learned to spell treat and
walk. He almost could spell the words backward, as we had to do to keep him
from going in to orbit.
Now I’d never
had a pet, and the outside dogs our older son had, I never touched, although I
Macho had only
been in our house a couple of days when I sat down on the sofa to watch TV
beside my husband. There was a kid or two also sitting there and Macho jumped
up on my lap, turned his bottom around, and stuck it in the small space between
me and the arm of the sofa, backing and squeeziing himself in beside me.
I found myself
petting him, rubbing his back, and putting him in doggie heaven.
funny,” I said. “His skin is so loose you could put two dogs into his hide.”
When he had a
bath I remembered why dogs have loose skin. He could whip his back hair to his
belly and flip-flop it a dozen times for a quick dry for him and a shower for
anyone who didn’t grab the towel quick enough.
God sure did amazing things with His creation.
A dog may be
considered a “dumb animal,” but Macho was smart in many ways. I wouldn’t mind having
two of his characteristics—his love for people, and his assumption that
everybody loved him.
I think we as
humans often miss out on so much because we don’t realize most people like
us—unless we give them a reason not to.
Perhaps I can
grow emotionally to be more like Macho. I think that’s what God wants all of us