Cone head

Have you ever seen those dogs in the movie's with a big cone around their necks. Well, that is my Pete this week. He is our family, attack dog, and is vicious until you reach out to pet him. I thought he was loyal, but when Zachary's helpers started coming to the house, he decided they were pretty nice too.

This is the third time I've noticed Pete blinking alot and his eye tearing. Of course the worry wart in me takes over. What if it's cancer, or cataracts, who knows, so we head to the vet. It is just a scratch, but he gets the cone and medicine.

Pete is my buddy. He keeps watch in the house during the day, and he alerts me when someone is outside. At times, I find that comforting because it can be quiet around here. I've never really thought of a dog as being down-trodden or depressed, but when he became a cone head, he looked so let down. It made me wonder how I handle upsetting situations. I'd like to say I run first to God every time, but I'm sure that is not the case. The funny thing is, God never leaves, we do. He waits on us to turn to him.

We took the cone off today. I'm still keeping an eye on my old buddy. One thing I thought about...isn't it funny how God teaches us when we are least expecting it.