This wordless thing is getting really bad – especially when all my person will let me post are flower pictures. At least they’re pictures of flowers on my trails. I hope I get out of this dog hotel soon.
Each year is a new adventure on my trails, because some flowers do well one year and other flowers do well the next. This year these bushes are filling up with yellow blossoms.
I’m still at the dog hotel, but I saw Ghost Dog the other day.
He looked at me and wagged his tail.
Then he disappeared like he always does.
I saw Ghost Dog a couple days after that. He was sitting outside my friend and neighbor dog Toby’s house. I heard that Ghost Dog came in Toby’s house and hung out for awhile.
I don’t believe it! My person has dumped me off in the dog hotel again and she said she doesn’t even have time to be my secretary while she’s gone. I can’t write about my adventures or anything. This will be a wordless week for sure.
My person gets so crazy with her camera that she even takes pictures of weeds.
I pushed my way in front of the camera so I could eat those things.
I was walking down the wash on my trails and I found some really cool stairs. I thought I’d check them out. And the only way I know how to check out stairs is to climb them.
So up I went – climbing up those stone steps.
This might be really something. Stone steps. It sounds like I might be on my way to an ancient mystery or something.
I finally made it to the top. It took me a really long time. Maybe 30 seconds or something.
Whew! That was hard work.
So I got to the top and found some letters on one of the rocks.
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Now this really is a mystery. I don’t know what those letters say. It’s a word I don’t understand.
I had to get my person to help me with this. She always helps me when I can’t read something.
Private?
Why would it say that?
Isn’t that someone who’s in the army?
Why would they put Private on a rock at the top of these stairs?
I think I’d better go to that house up there and check this out.
Look at this! Just look at this! Look what my snake did while you were gone, person.
I tried to stop him. Really I did.
But he got to that box and tore it apart before I could get to him.
It was a good thing that box was empty, because it used to be full of my treats. I would have been really upset if my snake had torn up that box and eaten all the treats out of it.
Bad snake!
Person, he’s really a sneaky snake. I didn’t even hear him tearing up that box.
I just came out here and it was already torn apart.
What am I going to do with this snake?
What do you think I should do, person?
I know. I’m going to give that snake what for.
He’ll never know what hit him.
See if that snake ever tears up one of my boxes again.
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You’re what, person? Now that you told me about Jesus being raised from the dead that’s the end of the story, isn’t it?
It isn’t?
But you’re not going to tell it to me now? You mean I don’t get a Bible story this week?
You’re going to what? Tell me about more of Jesus’ miracles from before he died and rose again?
I like miracles.
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Jesus had been traveling around Galilee and when he returned to his home in Capernaum so many people came that his whole house was full and even outside the door there was no room left.
Jesus preached to all those people.
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Did he preach about how they could get more fish?
I was just asking.
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While Jesus was preaching, four men came carrying a paralytic on a mat.
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A what?
You mean he can’t move? Poor guy. At least that leper that Jesus healed could leap.
Okay, I’ll listen.
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The house was so crowded that the men couldn’t get the paralyzed man anywhere near Jesus. So they got up on the roof and made an opening in the roof above Jesus.
After digging through, they lowered the man on his mat into the middle of the crowd, right in front of Jesus.
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Wasn’t Jesus mad about the hole in the roof? What if it rained?
I’m listening.
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Jesus saw the faith of the four men and said to the paralytic, “Friend, your sins are forgiven.”
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If I jump through a hole in the roof and land at Jesus’ feet will he forgive my sins? Oh, I forgot. I don’t do anything wrong. It’s always Scratchy.
I am listening.
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There were some teachers of the law in the crowd who were pretty upset when Jesus forgave the man’s sins because only God can forgive sins. But Jesus knew what they were thinking so He said to them, “Which is easier: to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Get up, take your mat and walk’?”
Then Jesus said to the paralyzed man, “I tell you, get up, take your mat and go home.”
The man stood up, took his mat, and went home praising God.
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Jesus told those teachers of the law a thing or two, didn’t he?
But there’s still one thing I want to know.
Who’s going to fix that hole in the roof?
It’s been a long time since I’ve put on my Detective Dog hat, but it’s time to do it.
You see, there have been some litter bugs on my trails lately and they’re dropping strange things.
Most of the time these strange things are only a few yards from the trailhead where the garbage can is. Which means that there is a serious problem with lazy litterbugs on my trails.
And another thing is that these pieces of litter are really small. They could easily fit into someone’s pocket. I bet several of them could fit into someone’s pocket.
But I guess I understand why no one wants to put them in their pocket when they’re through with them.
They stink really bad. So bad that I won’t go near them with my nose. Which makes it really hard to do an investigation.
How can I investigate if I can’t sniff around?
So why would anybody want these stinky things in the first place?
Anything that’s too stinky to stick in your pocket is definitely too stinky to carry around with you. People should leave them at home, or the store, or wherever it is that they got them.
That would solve two problems. No litter and no stink.
But maybe that’s not such a good idea after all. Because if those things weren’t here then I wouldn’t have anything to investigate.
And that would put Detective Dog out of a job.
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What is it about my younger person? I just can’t seem to win with him.
You see what he’s wearing, don’t you?
He’s got a cat on his shirt.
I don’t care if it’s Grumpy Cat – a cat that is even more famous than me.
It’s still a cat. My younger person should not be wearing clothes with cats on them.
It’s sacrilegious, it’s terrible, it’s totally awful.
What? That’s what Grumpy Cat said, “It was awful.”?
This is really bad. Now I’m saying the same things as a cat.
I’ve got to get that cat. I’ve got to tear that cat right off my younger person’s chest.
But you know what my younger person did?
He grabbed my nose and I couldn’t do a thing about it. I couldn’t get anywhere near that cat.
I might have to sneak up on my younger person when he’s asleep to get that shirt.
And when I get it, it’s going to disappear. Maybe I could auction it off for treats. Whoever offers me the most treats can have it.
I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if it’s a little chewed up by the time I get it to them.
Some strange things have been happening around my house lately. I’m used to strange things happening on my trails, but usually my house is pretty normal.
Well, unless Scratchy starts acting up.
I think he may have been acting up because lately, whenever my person and I go out the front door a bird or two quickly flies away.
This has never happened before – at least not on a regular basis. We have big trees in our yard and the birds that hang out in them are usually not bothered when we leave the house. They’re so much higher than us that they know they’re safe.
That’s why I’m thinking that Scratchy may be working on some kind of trap for those birds. I’d better keep an eye on him when I leave the house. I think he may be trying to sneak out with me, hoping that the birds won’t notice.
Scratchy! You leave those birds alone.
I was ready to give Scratchy what for when my person noticed something. She said we had some new neighbors.
And then she said they might even be planning to raise a family nearby.
I’m not sure what my person is talking about, but I sure hope if they have little ones that they’re puppies. Puppies would play with me. But I hope the little ones aren’t kittens. Scratchy would probably teach them to go after those birds.
What, person? What baby birds? I haven’t seen any baby birds around here.
Oh that? That’s what that is? The birds’ built a nest on our rafter?
I just thought somebody was stuffing their spare straw up there.
So many good things happened because of Easter that I still have stuff to write about.
My person’s church isn’t big enough to hold all the people that show up on Easter Sunday so they rent a big theater and have Easter service there. My person was in charge of the Easter egg hunt and she wouldn’t let me come.
I was pretty upset about that – all those little kids to give me loves – and maybe some treats too. But we got to do something else that almost made up for it.
My person had some fliers to hand out to let people know about the Easter service. And she decided my trails might be a good place to hand them out.
My trails turned out to be a really good place, because you know what happened? Everyone that got a flier wanted to give me loves. And I got more loves in one day than I usually get all month.
I know Easter only comes around once a year, but there must be something else my person can do that she needs to hand out fliers for.
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