Miss Daisy wandered and sniffed and finally hunkered down to business while I waited. And waited. And waited. After a couple of minutes of nothing but pitiful little noises coming from my girl it was obvious she was having a bit of trouble this morning, but she was determined. So I waited. Finally, at the 10 minute mark with her little cries growing ever more pitiful I picked her up and turned her over for a look.
Poor baby! No wonder she was having problems. Poodles with their curly hair are prone to knots and matting when it grows longer and if not kept trimmed, it can actually cover the dog's behind and prevent the...uh....expelling of number two. That's what was going on with poor Daisy this morning. So it was into the tub with her to washer her down, soften and remove the mess, and clip the hair so it doesn't happen again.
About now you're probably asking why on earth I'm sharing this story, but it's because I want to make the point that we can find God and be thankful in any and all of life's moments....even poopy puppy butts. I say this because
- I knew how to take care of her. Thank you, God.
- It wasn't anything more serious. Thank you, God, for knowing how hard it would be for me just now to deal with anything serious.
- A small life (a miracle in itself, thank you, God) had to trust me to take care of her and meet her needs. Just like we have to trust God.
- Her relief and joy were immediate...as was her gratitude as she wiggled and licked my chin. Lord, that my gratitude would come so swiftly and strongly.
- And God gave me the stomach to do what I had to do. Thank you, God, for being there in all things.