We’re on the verge of welcoming two puppies into our household. They are Pembroke Welsh Corgis, and when we bring them home, they will be eight weeks old. Both females, their names will be Jacki and Jas, named for two flowers found in our area, jacaranda and jasmine.
It has been a while since we had puppies, so we’re trying to think of all that is necessary to prepare for their arrival, and to make plans for their needs. In some ways, it would be nice to skip over some of the realities of puppyhood, but I guess it’s all part of the experience of responsible pet ownership.
Years ago, as we were moving to a new town and church – and into a parsonage owned by the congregation – we had Cleo, a three year-old dog; Gabe, who was a couple of months past his first birthday; and Matt was on the way.
Several months after we arrived, I discovered there was some discussion among at least a few of the church folks regarding our bringing a dog to live in their house. A busybody Disciples pastor from a church just across the state line somehow got wind of this and submitted the case to the “advice” column in The Disciple, then the official journal of our denomination.
The busybody pastor framed the question as if he were a participant in the original discussion, noting that the incoming pastor was a young man with a pregnant wife and a toddler, as well as the dog. He wondered whether a church should be concerned with such a “picayune” matter, perhaps the only time that word ever appeared in The Disciple. The writers of the column responded by remarking they were glad the church allowed the “young pastor” to keep his child, since children typically did more damage to parsonages than did pets.
Indeed. Dogs, after all, don’t know how to use crayons.
Updated: Tuesday, 4 September 2007 3:49 PM EDT
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