Bertie turns over a new leaf
It has not escaped my notice of Bertie’s displeasure with ‘Rita’ the big dog down the road. They are so different. Rita is female, Bertie male, she is big and gangly, he is medium and composed, she is young and has overflowing energy, he is getting old and is selective and reserved with his effort, she is long haired and scraggy, he is short haired and well kept, she is not well fed and spends all day outside in the weather, he is well fed and has the comfort and warmth of a house. None of these circumstances affect Rita’s behaviour, she is a wonderfully friendly dog, because of her exuberant youth she bounds up to Bertie and crashes into him, expecting a playful fight. Bertie is never impressed and doesn’t understand. As she could be considered as neglected to our English manner of keeping dogs as pets, Bertie could be considered as spoilt in some circles.
Bertie often witnesses me using his bowl to give her his food. She is always grateful and laps it all up with relish rapidly. The bowl is quite spotless as her hungry tongue cleans the bowl. I’m not sure what he thinks about it, but I always make an extra effort of attention to him afterwards. Well yesterday I witnessed Bertie do something that left me stunned but rather pleased. It was a warm afternoon and we had the conservatory door open as I did a few things in and out. Rita appeared as she jumps over the fence somewhere out of sight. She approached wagging her tail with her head down. Bertie had been sat outside in the sun and it didn’t take him long to head off inside. He went to his cushion and peeling it back, picked up his bone and carried it outside?
I warned him, don’t take it out there if you want to keep it. He looked at me as if to say, I know what I’m doing! He put it down in front of himself as Rita eyed it hungrily only a few feet away. He nudged it forward towards her with his nose and turned away and went inside. She quickly picked it up and scarpered!
I was surprised that Bertie seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Actually giving her his only bone.
I saw Rita again today. She must have hidden the bone and come back for it. She was sat in the field at the back of the house chewing away on the juicy bone.
Today we went to the supermarket and I bought Bertie some new juicier bones.
That is the hidden gospel message. One dog sharing what he has with another who does not have. Not because he would be rewarded with a new bone but just because it was right.
Tonight I am going to a little meeting. An art exhibition. I am going to take my picture of Jesus and see whether my picture can strike up an opportunity for me to share the gospel with them?