For the past five days, one of our granddogs, Fudge, has been staying with us because pets are not allowed in the cabin where my daughter’s family is staying while they visit us. Fudge is a rescued senior pup, just like our pups Victor and Biscuit, and the three of them get along well. Actually, that’s a bit of an exaggeration…they just go their own individual ways and leave each other alone.
Fudge is a small dog and a love, so I figured that when it came time to go to sleep, one more pup on the bed wouldn’t be an issue—and it wasn’t. All three pups are laid back now that they are old. My only real concern was whether I’d wake up if Fudge had to go outside to pee. I wouldn’t say I was worried about it, but I really wanted to avoid the possibility of his having an accident in bed if at all possible. My daughter said that when has to pee, he just stands up and waits to be taken out. I just prayed I’d sense that and wake up, too.
That seemed like such a trivial request to pray about, but I’ve experienced waking up to a pup having had an accident in bed. It’s the WORST way to wake up from a deep sleep. But God answers even minuscule petitions apparently, for not only did Fudge’s stirring wake me up every single time this week, I awoke clear-headed and patient. Even in the middle of the night. As I waited for Fudge to do his business last night, I gazed at the night sky, brightly illuminated with a million stars and couldn’t help but think of how blessed I am. It’s been a wonderful week.
