Gone to the Dogs, Part II

You are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise. Galatians 3:26-29 (NIV)

Doubling the number of dogs in the house is not easy. Particularly when two of the dogs don’t know that they are dogs. Our Dobermans stay outside all day. They do their job which is to guard the house while we are gone. They sleep in the dirt under the porch, roll in fresh horse urine, eat manure snacks, drink well water, kill snakes and have a grand old time. While they do come inside at the end of the day, they sleep on the floor, not on the beds or the couch. They dine on plain dog food with no additives and have been known to drink from the toilet. Our dog guests however, are another story. They sleep on the beds, eat dog food sprinkled with specially cooked vegetables, gobble handfuls of Alpo treats and enjoy the air conditioning unless out for a walk on the leash. My sister’s dog, Midgie, howled all night long last night no doubt because she was in a crate and not in the middle of our queen sized bed. I can’t exactly tell my sister who offered to have my carpets cleaned when they returned from vacation that her dog hasn’t been beyond my kitchen door. So, Midgie’s letter to her folks must imply that she is having a lovely time learning to be a dog.

To my loyal subjects:


What an exciting time I am having here in the country. I am enjoying this opportunity to set aside the mantle of my royal responsibilities and relax from my duties as queen. That crown can get burdensome at times. I find it invigorating to mix with the commoners. Yesterday, I met a golden retriever named Molly who told me all about the black snake that lives in her yard. I was intrigued with her tale, and then, I turned and saw the snake with my own eyes. Such things do not live in the palace, for which I am grateful, but one must expose themselves to new ideas or life can get boring. The servants here are quite friendly and prepare my food on time. I will get spoiled with a new dentabone each morning, vegetarian, just the way I like it. A girl can’t have too clean teeth. I particularly love the large play field and the opportunity to express my athletic side. It helps to get the muscles working after a long nap on a less than comfortable mat. I do miss my queen sized bed, but it wouldn’t be camp without some discomfort! The only dark spot in my whole week is Bingo’s constant moaning about Germans and a plot to take over the world. I think someone has been watching too much of the history channel. I must go for now. Sky has promised horse manure for dessert. That is a delicacy I have not enjoyed. Do you suppose it tastes a bit like truffles? Love to all, Queen Midgie

Of course, all of us at some time in our lives try to pretend we are something we are not. At lest Midgie does have one thing to teach us. We are all royalty because we are children of the King.