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I can\u2019t for the life of me figure how to build a dog house or understand how any human could. I guess my master can\u2019t either, but I think they\u2019re supposed to be able to reason, whatever that means. I can\u2019t figure this, because I can\u2019t figure, cause I\u2019m a dog. But I have eyes and ears, I can see and hear. I don\u2019t get cold much, but on this day, I was. I wish I had a dog house. I don\u2019t know why it feels so good when my master pets and strokes my head, but it does. I needed that so much today. I had never been so cold in all my life, and I can\u2019t figure why. I had been laying here in my front yard for three days. My eyes were getting dim and I could barely hear. Once I had smelled a faint scent of bacon early one morning, but I wasn\u2019t hungry. I didn\u2019t know why, I am always hungry. Another time I heard the sweet sound of a mandolin. My master loved playing, sometimes I would howl, but now I didn\u2019t feel like it and I don\u2019t know why, cause as I said, I can\u2019t reason, whatever that is. Other times my master would come outside and glance at me and go on about his chores.<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t reason but I have always known my Big Master in Heaven. Where was he when I needed Him the most. My master, my Big Master had given me to, could not seem to figure what was wrong with me. I have always trusted and never questioned where my food came from, I just knew. But now there was no one to figure for me, no one to pet me and speak sweet words to me. Please Big Master, send someone to come. I always had someone to walk beside me, but not now. I wish I could figure.<\/p>\n
I was getting colder and colder. The grass around and under me was dead and brown. I couldn\u2019t figure why, it was all green everywhere else. Oh, would someone come and just pet me. I knew I could get up and run if someone would just come.<\/p>\n
I heard one of those big car things coming that my master went places in. I used to love chasing them but not now. The sound got louder and closer. It came into my yard. I turned my eyes by the hardest and saw a man get out of the car. I saw my master come out, they sat down at the picnic table and began to talk. They talked for a long time, I could barely make out what they were saying. As I listened, I heard them begin to talk about my Big Master. I tried to wiggle around so I could hear better, but I couldn\u2019t. As the man talked, every now and then he would glance at me and say something to my master. Oh, please come over here beside me, I just know I could get up. I had always had someone to walk beside me, but not now.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, I heard these words from the visitor, he looked sternly at my master and said, \u201cWhat is wrong with your Dog\u201d? My master said he didn\u2019t know. The man then said, \u201cHow long has he been lying there\u201d My master said, \u201cThree days\u201d. The man then said, \u201cHave you prayed for him?\u201d My master seemed to snicker and laugh and said no. Then something strange happened, the man looked similar to my Big Master as he said\u201d I will pray for your dog.\u201d He stood up gazing at me with a stern but gentle look. Everything in me wanted to get up and run to him, but I couldn\u2019t. He was coming to me, I could hardly believe it! He was coming up to me. I tried to wag my tail but couldn\u2019t. The man drew near and kneeled beside me. He then put his hand on my head and seemed to pet me. He spoke some words to something else, I didn\u2019t know who or what, go figure. He said, \u201cI rebuke the spirit of death that would take this dog\u2019s life before his time\u201d and commanded it to leave. I didn\u2019t see who he was talking to, but I sure felt it leave. Suddenly, it was like I was a ball of energy. I jumped to my feet and raced around the yard. I jumped higher and ran faster than I had ever done before in my life. I ran up to the man wagging my tail with a smile that was about to break my face. He petted me some more and I took off again.<\/p>\n
As I ran and jumped, I looked back and saw the man looking down at a perfect outline of my body in the grass, it was dead and brown. He just smiled with that stern gentle smile. I had never seen my masters face look so confused. I guess he was trying to figure this all out. I am glad I can\u2019t reason. I just accept it the way the Big Master made it. I like it this way.<\/p>\n
P.S.\u00a0 \u00a0This is a true story that really happened In Bon Secour, Alabama. It\u2019s just told from the dogs’ perspective. Some say that I have a vivid imagination, go figure.<\/p>\n
David McClary<\/p>\n
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