Okay, obviously I'm being facetious - but Pokey's favourite day is Sunday. Now there are many comparisons to a Christian that I could make with my dog - his unlimited and unconditional love, his longsuffering with children, his habit of joining us for family prayer, not to mention his inability to fight temptation...but today let's stick with his love of the Lord's day.Pokey knows that Sunday is the day that everyone is going to be home together for most of the day. In fact, he seems to know from the time the day breaks that it is Sunday. He sleeps in with us and then after he has done his morning 'business', goes right back to bed. He takes the fact that it is to be a day of rest very seriously.
In our home, we attend both the morning service and the evening service. So when we arrive home at noon, Pokey is bright eyed and ready for an afternoon of pajamas, snacks and naps - right up his alley. When we start getting dressed for the evening service, he keenly watches from his spot on the bed - again, he seems to know the routine.
Sunday evening is the best part for all of us. Snuggled into our spots in the livingroom. Sometimes we read, sometimes we watch movies. Pokey is right with me in my recliner - his spot is on the raised footstool. Snoring ensues from this little furry body as he is blissfully content in his home. Remembering to keep the Sabbath day holy one commandment he could actually preach on with zest!
Ah, the life of a dog. Especially on Sunday.