We met her at Pet Smart. We took her home that day! We adopted her from the Orange County Humane Society. They called her “Snickers.” They said we could name her anything we wanted, but we decided to go with it. Between shots, adoption fees and all the supplies we bought at Pet Smart, we had spent $200 on our “free” dog!?!
They said she was 3 or 4 years old when we got her in 2008. She was a beagle mix. We think she was probably crossed with a Britney (see the brown spots on her back side) or some other medium sporting dog. She weighed about 30 Lbs – on the small side of a medium dog (too big for a pure bred beagle). She had a bend in her cropped tail, probably the result some sort of accident (you can see it in the picture). You can also see the beautiful gold and white (short haired) coat she had.
She was kind of a “scared-y dog” at first. She was hand shy, especially with men (even me at first). It took a while, but she came around. We had a few “accidents” in the house but she eventually came around on that too. She fit well in our family and everyone loved her. She had a sweet spirit. I think all she ever wanted in life was to be part of a family that loved her and to have some safety & security. She got that!
If she had been part of a dog pack she would not have been the lead dog, likely not the strongest, the bravest, or the toughest, but I know one thing for sure: she would have been the most faithful to the pack!
She loved to smell, but wasn’t much of a licker. She also loved to cuddle up on the couch (and chase our cat Cutey). She would lay next to you and then push her snout into your lap (a Britney behavior). She wasn’t much of a bird dog, but she loved small furry animals (especially bunny rabbits). Sometimes we would run after one or two in the spring when they would show up in our neighborhood on one of our late night walks. I couldn’t let her off the leash because she would bolt and I might not ever see here again. She wasn’t trained to come on call, but could do some basic commands like sit, or lie down (if you really coaxed her). Her favorite food was chicken.
Last night I went to put the extra water left over after I made the coffee in her bowl, but no bowl. This afternoon I was making a sandwich and started to push it away from the edge of the counter so she wouldn’t jump up and snag it. But that’s not necessary anymore. Then after I finished making my sandwich I went to brush the crumbs of meat off onto the floor where she always sat by during food prep waiting hopefully for a morsel to drop, but no doggie to clean up the scraps! I keep looking at that now blank wall where her kennel sat on the floor for 8+ years, and it reminds me of the empty place in my heart that has formed with her passing last night.
I have lost my walking partner, friend, companion and occasional irritant. Those cold dark walks each night will never be the same. They will be lonely and will always make me think of you. I love you Snickerdogle! You were a good dog.
Snickers (~2004-2016) – a faithful hound
Perform Your work in me. Do Your work through me. Please Lord, I need You!
(A Prayer by Emerson Eggerichs)
I am weak, You are strong.
I am poor, You are rich.
I am small, You are great.
I am student, You are teacher.
I am disciple, You are Rabbi.
I am follower, You are leader.
I am creature. You are creator.
I am subject, You are King.
I am doulos (bond-servant), You are master.
I am servant (diakonos), You are Lord.
(a prayerful response by Brad Blocksom)
In Jesus’ name – Amen
So our church was doing an outreach at the local Christmas parade. We were handing out free hot chocolate, and candy canes for the little ones, along with invites to our Christmas Eve service (your typical low pressure, servant evangelism type of event). We were stationed at the youth table so the teens were doing most of the work. So I resigned myself to mostly a warm smile and a “Merry Christmas” to many of those we served. Then it happened. One guy replied to my “Merry Christmas” with a friendly “Shalom!” Needless to say, I drew the presumably reasonable conclusion that ‘he is Jewish.’ I detected no antagonism or offense taken in either his tone of voice nor his facial expressions. You know, as in, “You dang Christians, pushing your religion on everyone else. You’re so insensitive and obnoxious!” Perhaps I should have told him “You need to repent and receive Jesus Christ as your personal Lord & Savior!” (I don’t really think that, but perhaps some do). Rather I felt blessed. Anyone who has ever done a word study on the Hebrew word “Shalom” knows that this is a very rich, beautiful word whose meaning goes much deeper than the English word “Peace” (the absence of war, or a feeling of quiet serenity). A greeting of Shalom is to wish for complete wholeness in every area of life for the recipient (physical, spiritual, emotional). In a single word, this guy declared a blessing on me that Yahweh (the covenant name of God in the Old Testament) would grant me wholeness in my body, peace in my spirit, harmony in relationships within my family… in my book – that’s pretty cool! Or as Dick Mills would say: “I’ll take that!”
Now is it my desire that this guy would become a follower of Jesus – of course it is! But we earn the right to speak into a person’s life, especially when it comes to spiritual matters. Is it my desire that this guy should have a crappy day on December 25th because he doesn’t believe the same way I do – of course not! Should he feel threatened by my wishing him a happy day on the 5th day of winter this year – I don’t see why? Should I be offended that (in response to my “Merry Christmas”) he shared a blessing on me in accordance with his own faith tradition (I’m thinkin’ probably not). Can an environment of mutual respect provide a more fertile ground for evangelism (which, by the way, the greek euangelion means ‘to proclaim good news’ not ‘to convert a person from one religion to another’).
Thanks for reading my blog. And, oh yeah, Merry Christmas! ; )