I have grown up with them and have had them all my married life. We are currently waiting for our beloved wiener to go to that great weenie roast in the sky....he is 16. BUT, I'm not here to discuss my VERY OLD, Leonard Percival.
NO, I'm here to share a memory about the dog we had when I was growing up: Snikelfritz. We called her "Snigg" for short.
Snigg was a black, smooth-haired, mini-dachshund. She went everywhere with us.
One weekend, my parents, myself, my grandparents and some family friends went camping at a river. My dad had a bass-boat. He would take me and the other kid out "water-hoppin'" or we would just go for a boat ride. Being a bass-boat, we couldn't ALL safely ride, so we went in shifts.
I remember staying on shore with my grandparents while my folks took their friends out in the boat to "open 'er up a little." (translates into "go really fast.")
Of course Snigg, who quite possibly was loved more than I was, went with my folks. She would stand on the bow.....or is it stern? Heck...I don't know. DH would say, "Google it." whatever....I'm not going to Google jack....the dog was standing on the front of the boat. Just like any dog hangs its head out the window of a car, she was hanging (standing) on the front, with the wind in her face....until Daddy hit a wave. Everyone on the shoreline heard a scream. It was a sickening sound, really. The kind of scream that warns of death and destruction.
My dad told my mother, "Don't look for her. I hit her with the prop." Our little 10 pound dachsie had been bounced out of the boat, into the water, and was run over.
A minute or so later, my dad, most likely looking for parts, saw her snout come up. Next thing they knew, she appeared to be, not floating - lifeless - in the water, but swimming. My mother hollered (hysterically, I'm sure) "SNIKELFRITZ!" She immediately turned around and started doggie paddling toward the boat.
There was blood....on her lip. She had a cut lip. No teeth knocked out. I don't even remember if stitches were needed.
Isn't that crazy?
One reason I wanted to write was this: God does a great job taking care of us. It is really easy to get caught-up in our lives with all the junk happening. We are often quick to think that God doesn't care. In fact, I often catch myself not praying about certain things because I know that God has other things....more important things to deal with.
I really think that God helps us with little things so we can learn to trust Him with the big stuff. I mean....our dog. OUR DOG!
Matthew 10:29-31 ~ Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
NO, I'm here to share a memory about the dog we had when I was growing up: Snikelfritz. We called her "Snigg" for short.
Snigg was a black, smooth-haired, mini-dachshund. She went everywhere with us.
One weekend, my parents, myself, my grandparents and some family friends went camping at a river. My dad had a bass-boat. He would take me and the other kid out "water-hoppin'" or we would just go for a boat ride. Being a bass-boat, we couldn't ALL safely ride, so we went in shifts.
I remember staying on shore with my grandparents while my folks took their friends out in the boat to "open 'er up a little." (translates into "go really fast.")
Of course Snigg, who quite possibly was loved more than I was, went with my folks. She would stand on the bow.....or is it stern? Heck...I don't know. DH would say, "Google it." whatever....I'm not going to Google jack....the dog was standing on the front of the boat. Just like any dog hangs its head out the window of a car, she was hanging (standing) on the front, with the wind in her face....until Daddy hit a wave. Everyone on the shoreline heard a scream. It was a sickening sound, really. The kind of scream that warns of death and destruction.
My dad told my mother, "Don't look for her. I hit her with the prop." Our little 10 pound dachsie had been bounced out of the boat, into the water, and was run over.
A minute or so later, my dad, most likely looking for parts, saw her snout come up. Next thing they knew, she appeared to be, not floating - lifeless - in the water, but swimming. My mother hollered (hysterically, I'm sure) "SNIKELFRITZ!" She immediately turned around and started doggie paddling toward the boat.
There was blood....on her lip. She had a cut lip. No teeth knocked out. I don't even remember if stitches were needed.
Isn't that crazy?
One reason I wanted to write was this: God does a great job taking care of us. It is really easy to get caught-up in our lives with all the junk happening. We are often quick to think that God doesn't care. In fact, I often catch myself not praying about certain things because I know that God has other things....more important things to deal with.
I really think that God helps us with little things so we can learn to trust Him with the big stuff. I mean....our dog. OUR DOG!
Matthew 10:29-31 ~ Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
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