Faithful dog, Ginger

Ginger comes from PAWS - a non profit organisation that takes in strays and unwanted.  Hub chose her because he says this is the only dog that barks.  We wanted a guard dog.  When he brought her home, I was apprehensive .....why she???? Not menacing looking enough, was my cry.   Over the years, she proved to be very lovable.  Though big in size, she is a bit of scary cat during oncoming thunderstorms.    Hmmm.....at least I know when it will rain.  She was called Ginger due to her color.  Very befitting, I would say.

Ginger would stand at the gate when I come home late at night and would only leave her post when I close the gate.   Early mornings mean a pat on her head otherwise my dear friend will face the wall and sulk the whole day through.  She would inch closely to me when I am patting my other dogs - obviously she wanted attention.

Would I be correct to say 'Ginger is blessed to have me' or is it 'I am blessed to have Ginger'?  Well, I guess it goes both ways.  When  I was in Australia, dogs were having the good life - chomping down on lamb shanks and given walks in parks.  There was a joke going around that  if there's reincarnation, probably one should desire to be a 'western' dog in the next life.  It is a good life  - sleep, eat, entertain, sleep, eat, entertain......  Sorry folks - God created man in God's image and you and I will and would never be a dog.  Imagine if one becomes a dog and unfortunately ends up in China, that will make a great hot dog ie. in the cooking pot.   Ouch!  Say your prayers ...