Last night Kyle was playing around with Snoopy and somewhere along the way Snoopy got scared of Kyle (for whatever reason, we still aren’t sure). Anyway, he comes into the office where I am on the computer. I continued working but when I no longer heard him in the closet (which he will sometimes check out and sniff around), I got up to see what he was doing. My dog was lying in the far corner of our spare closet! #1 pathetic-ness of the evening. Because Kyle felt bad, he let Snoopy do something we normally do not do–he let him sleep on the bed.
Now I don’t know if your dog does the same thing or not but Snoopy likes to stretch out. And if he fills the entire space allotted, he pushes his feet and back against whatever, or whoever, happens to be in his way. Needless to say, Kyle and I ended up sleeping on either edge of the bed while Snoopy enjoyed the lap of luxury in the middle. #2 pathetic-ness (plus a couple more for throughout the night. I have to admit I was scared of getting up last night, worried that my dog would completely take over my spot on the bed!).
Now, there are some mornings that I invite him to come up on the bed after Kyle leaves for work, but Snoopy usually stays there for a little bit and then goes to the door to bark at the wind. This morning, after I woke up slightly cramped I made Snoopy get off the bed. He didn’t move (#3 or 4 pathetic-ness). Now, he is only 50 pounds and I can lift him with little problem, but you know when a child is throwing a temper tantrum and all a sudden they seem to gain 100 pounds because you can no longer just lift them up? That exact same dead weight is what Snoopy did.
We did manage to get him off the bed and after Kyle and I did our devotions before he left for work, we discover Snoopy lying on the comforter on the side of the bed (#5 pathetic-ness). I just had to laugh.
Snoopy is adorable, not to heavy to snuggle with, but I have to say, there are some times that the pathetic-ness goes into over drive…Just makes me love him all the more. Look who’s pathetic now.

Becca,
I know where you are coming from. I’m a dog lover too. They will give you unconditional love, no matter what. I enjoyed your story. My Golden Receiver die after almost reaching her 15th birthday. She had a spirit of love and kindness I haven’t even seen in people. But don’t forget who made her.
God Bless
Bill
By: William E Mitchell on Wednesday, January 14, 2009
at 12:48 pm