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Rocks and Socks

Hi, it's me again! I realize I forgot to mention my beloved dog, Fox! Here's the scoop...
                  Our story began one fateful day, as we set out to our state's capital to get our new golden retriever puppy. On the way, list of names were made and debated until we decided upon just a few out of forty. When we arrived at the breeder, low and behold, there was a huge wire cage with four of the cutest golden retriever puppies. Three wore collars and were content with eating their dry dog kibble, but the collar-less fourth one (the most golden and cute of them all) saw us and went berserk. She jumped at her cage, her tail wagging and her ears back. The breeder let them out and the three ambled off, but the fourth one stayed with us, licking and jumping and wagging her tail. And so our journey began.....
                The journey consisted of getting up every four hours at night for three months, to let her out to do her business. Fox was an energetic puppy, bounding to and fro, hither and yon. And very, very "mouthy" as our vet put it. "Yeah", we said, "Mouthy, bitey, chewy!" Fox was bright and chipper with every intention for mischief. What does hair, socks, rocks, ropes, wires, paper, magazines, cats, clips, pencils, and grass have in common.? It's apparently part of the Fox diet! One day, Fox got sick and we didn't know why. We drove her to the emergency vet place. We were all so scared and prayed for our little puppy, but it passed and she came back lively and chipper as ever....
              Fox is still a puppy, but most of her destructive eating habits are over. Except for rocks and socks, of course...
                  Even though Fox bit us, ate up our magazines when we weren't looking, and tried to eat Kitty, we still love her and we've forgiven her. As Christians, God has already forgiven us. When we become a Christian, Jesus' blood pays for our past, present, and future sin. Not that we should go on biting and chewing up magazines, because we've said no to that and yes to God. But praise God, that He saved you, because no one can do it themselves!
                          Anyway, thanks for reading this! You'll probably be hearing about the escapades of Fox. Now if you'd excuse me, I should go see if Kitty's all right....
                                                                     -----page turner
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