my dogs

My dogs - my poor dogs. They got out yesterday and they came back, of course. But the neighbor yelled at us and was not happy that they were running around. They don't get enough exercise because we don't take the time to walk them as much as we should. We should teach them how to play fetch with a ball or a frisbee, take them to the river, walk pleasantly on a leash, let them experience the joy of running free but no, we are too busy with other things.

The same thing happens to baby christians. They end up staying in the same pen, the same porch, the same church. They don't get out, don't get fresh air. Once in a while, the gate is left open (more often than we want to admit) and they bolt. FREEDOM! They run and run and run and then all of a sudden, it's time to go home. So they go home, and they might even try to hide it - but the tell tale signs of running amuck are evident (like the ticks, burrs, and mud on my dogs) to all who see them. They are welcomed home with mixed signs - happiness, relief, anger, and disappointment.

If we would just take the time to invest in our dogs/converts, we would see a pack a people (dogs) who know where they live, venture out with boldness but are more content to be at home, and are healthy because they are exercised/challenged regularly.

I think it's time to go walk my dogs. But I'll start with one at a time, so I can teach them submission to the leash. That's how it starts.