My Dog Gabe

Gabe had no idea how dog food appeared at our home. He didn't notice me watching his behavior inside and outside to make sure he was healthy. He didn't know how I picked out his groomer or that the Gardners volunteered to be "poochie camp" when I was away. Gabe just considered their place his "other" home. Isn't that similar to our cluelessness regarding God's care for us? We don't see much less understand the many ways our "Good Shepherd" cares for us. Even Gabe knew how to say thank you, with his big curly head in my lap... maybe we should say it more often to our Master and Lord!

Gabe, a Standard Poodle,  standing in my Pennsylvania Yard