Hey person, look.
Over there.
There’s a storm on that mountain.
And if I can see the storm and hear the thunder then it’s far too close for comfort.
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Yup.
That’s the end of this walk.
They’re Back
They’re back.
They haven’t been hanging out on my trails for a long time.
But they’ve come back.
And that’s not good.
They’re not welcome on my trails.
Not ever.
I might have to go after them.
Find them and tell them to stay off my trails.
I bet I could get some of my dog friends to help.
And some of my people friends too.
Nobody likes them around.
They’re always up to no good.
And all it would take is a little bit of thoughtfulness.
A tiny bit of extra work.
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But no, that’s too much for them.
I guess you can’t expect much from such ugly creatures.
These litter bugs are never going to amount to anything.
Guess I’d better check for clues as to where these litter bugs are hiding.
Oh wait, I forgot something.
No one escapes from Detective Dog.
Who’s Locked Up?
My person kept going places all day today.
And every time she left I got locked in dog jail.
In and out.
In and out.
And it seemed like a lot more ins that outs.
But I got to thinking…
…because I’m a really smart dog.
And I came up with an idea.
Because it’s not really fair that I always have to go in dog jail…
…but the cats don’t.
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So here’s my idea.
I’ll lure the cats in…
…and then I’ll shut the door.
Don’t you think this is a great idea?
Pointing the Wrong Way
No no no, person.
You’re doing it all wrong.
You’re pointing your camera the wrong way.
You’re supposed to be pointing it at me.
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What are you doing anyway?
There’s nothing interesting over there.
I’m not sure why, but I have this sudden urge to howl.
Not My Mischief
Somebody has been up to mischief.
And it’s not me.
Because I’m the perfect dog.
So here’s the story.
It was night, and at night I always sleep on the floor next to my person’s bed.
I’m nice and quiet all night and never bother anybody.
Sometimes I get bothered.
Like when somebody wants to leave the room in the dark and the door hits my nose.
I’ve got to sleep by the door in order to guard it.
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But Gizmo – remember him?
Well Gizmo sleeps right on top of my person’s bed.
I don’t know why she lets him do it, but she does.
And Gizmo always wakes my person up in the wee hours of the morning because he has to go out and do whatever he has to do.
That’s usually when the door hits my nose.
But Gizmo got that mischief bug in him last night.
He woke my person up and she got up to let him out of the room.
But he didn’t go out.
Instead he found a new spot on the bed.
My person’s spot.
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Peter Does It
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Wait a minute.
Last week Saul turned into a basket case and now you’re telling me Peter’s doing miracles like Jesus did?
What happened to the basket case?
The disciples in Jerusalem were afraid of him and the Grecian Jews wanted to kill him so the disciples who had stopped being afraid of him sent him to Tarsus?
Okay.
So what did Peter do?
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As Peter traveled about the country, he went to visit the saints in Lydda. There he found a man named Aeneas, a paralytic who had been bedridden for eight years. “Aeneas, Peter said to him, “Jesus Christ heals you. Get up and take care of your mat.” Immediately Aeneas got up.
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Is it that simple?
All you have to do is say, “Jesus Christ heals you,” and they’re healed?
What do you mean, I can’t say that.
I can too talk—“Woof, woof woof.”
Doesn’t that sound like what Peter said?
I am listening.
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All those who lived in Lydda and Sharon saw him and turned to the Lord.
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What if someone pretended to be paralyzed and get healed?
Would that work?
What do you mean, not in a small town?
Okay, I’ll listen.
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In Joppa there was a disciple named Tabitha (which when translated, is Dorcas) who was always doing good and helping the poor.
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I do good.
Why are you laughing person?
I’m always listening.
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About that time she became sick and died, and her body was washed and placed in an upstairs room. Lydda was near Joppa; so when the disciples heard that Peter was in Lydda, they sent two men to him and urged him, “Please come at once!”
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I wonder if they offered Peter treats to come.
I’d come for treats.
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Peter went with them, and when he arrived he was taken upstairs to the room. All the widows stood around him, crying and showing him the robes and other clothing that Dorcas had made while she was still with them.
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As long as they don’t make me wear any of those clothes.
I’m listening. I’m listening.
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Peter sent them all out of the room; then he got down on his knees and prayed. Turning toward the dead woman, he said, “Tabitha, get up.” She opened her eyes, and seeing Peter she sat up.
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Boy was she obedient.
I hope Peter gave her some treats.
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Peter took her by the hand and helped her to her feet. The he called the believers and the widows and presented her to them alive. This became known all over Joppa and many people believed in the Lord. Peter stayed in Joppa for some time with a tanner named Simon.
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So, if I bring someone back from the dead and many people believe in the Lord because of it, will Jesus give me treats?
Big Mistake
Boy did I make a big mistake today.
A really big one.
Here’s what happened.
I took my person for a walk and we got to the place where we usually turn around and head back.
It was a really nice day and I wasn’t ready to head back yet.
So I kept on going.
Up the dry wash.
Usually my person won’t let me go further, but today she did.
And that was the biggest mistake of all.
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Because you know what my person did then?
She found flowers.
And not just a few flowers.
She found red ones, and purple ones, and yellow ones.
Can we go now, person?
This is getting really boring.
Look Over There
Hey person, look over there.
No, no person.
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You’re looking in the totally wrong direction.
Don’t look over here.
It’s over there I want you to look.
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I knew it!
I just can’t keep my person and her camera away from flowers.
Does anybody want a well used camera?
I’m giving one away.
As soon as I can wrestle it away from my person.
What’s by my Door?
When I got home from taking my person for a walk on my trails I found something by the door.
I would have picked it up and brought it in the house, but it was a little high for me to reach.
Well, I could have reached it – it would have been kind of like counter surfing – but I get in trouble when I get caught doing that, and with my person standing right next to me I thought I’d better not.
So I didn’t.
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I let my person bring it into the house.
It has my name on it?
This is exciting!
What is it? What is it?
Come on person, hurry up!
Open it for me.
Treats!?
I got treats?
This is the best day ever!
Hey, I know where these came from.
They came from my friend Rumpy.
He said he was going to send me some more.
Woo woo! Rumpy’s the best!
But there’s one thing wrong with these.
They don’t do me any good inside the package.
Now we’re talking!
My Favorite Things
This is one of my favorite things to do.
I wait until I’m on a part of my trails that is really narrow.
First I make sure I’m ahead of my person.
Then I check my messages (and sometimes leave some) and my person has to wait till I’m done.
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