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His Good Dog, Monday

Hey, Page Turner here. Today's will be a small post, but I've been thinking about Rilla of Ingleside, the 8th book of L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables series. Jem is Anne's son and he loves dogs. One of my favorite parts in the book is a small paragraph devoted to Jem's dog, Monday, who waits for his master at the train station during the four long, hard years of war. I've got a dog of my own, and if you've ever had a dog most are loyal, loving, whole-hearted devoted creatures. I think it's really cool how God created animals that can be pets and love us. A dog's impressive capacity for love is just a teeny-tiny little smorsel of God's amazing love for us--partly because a dog isn't ANYWHERE near as incredible, and big, and amazing, and holy as God is--and they also don't know all of our our secrets and thoughts. But no matter how many times you yell at them for jumping on the couch, or give them that bath they just hate, dogs lick your face, tremble with joy, and jump on the couch anyway--to give you snuggles. Have a good day and remember how much God loves you! Here's the passage:

  "He was just, as Jem said, "a plain dog"--very plain dog, uncharitable people added. Certainly, Monday's looks were not his strong point. Black spots were scattered at random over his yellow carcass, one of them blotting out an eye. His ears were in tatters, for Monday was never successful in affairs of honour. But he possessed one talisman. He knew that not all dogs could be handsome or eloquent or victorious, but that every dog could love. Inside his homesly hide beat the most affectionate, loyal, faithful heart of any dog since dogs were......"



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