Hmm, it turns out that I have a gift. I don’t know that I asked for it specifically, but it’s here just the same. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I hear the voice of Uncle Ben saying, “With great power comes great responsibility.” I’m pretty sure that Uncle Ben had been reading the words of Jesus.
What is this wonderful gift, you ask…I can get the new puppy to pee.
Yep. While Kim and the girls have pleaded and cajoled, begged and enticed that little puppy to do her business outside, more often than not they’ve come back inside with the deed undone. Shortly after their defeat they find themselves cleaning up a little puddle of puppy pee while Paisley gloats in her victory. But not me. I seem to have the touch. I take the pup outside, and within a few minutes there’s a tiny yellow spot in the snow. I can’t explain it, but that’s the truth.
Oh sure, you’re sitting there at your computer, thinking how wonderful my new-found talent is, how great and glorious it is to hold such sway over a member of the animal kingdom, how I’m pretty much like the first man (Adam) reigning and ruling over the animals. And it’s all true.
But somewhere in the middle of being fruitful and increasing, filling the earth and subduing it, I’m struck with a secondary revelation:
It’s 10 degrees outside, and someone has to take the dog out to pee. Guess who gets the call?
Where’d I put my mittens?
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