“Mommm, Duchess stole Gumby and chewed his arm off! Now I don’t have any more toys! Can we go buy another one? Can we go now?”
“Seriously, Possum? Look at your toy box! Go play with the angry bird, or the rolling-on-the-floor-laughing raccoon.”
“I’m tired of those! Daddd… can’t I… Awwww, he’s got his nose stuck in that NOOK thing again, Mommm, why’d you buy that thing for him?”
“How come Duchess has to live here? And why does she always have to play with my toys? Mommm… now she’s drinking out of my water bowl! Hey! She’s getting too close to you. Mom! Don’t pet her!”
I know, what a silly way to start to a blog. Believe it or not, this scene takes place around the ranch regularly. But it gets much worse at feeding time. Pot Pie considers himself the rabid patrol of the feed bowl. Why? He fears one of his companions will take a nugget from his personal allotment. It’s as though his meal minus one nugget will render him to a death of starvation.
Think about the reality of the situation. Technically, the food isn’t Possum’s at all. Guess who bought it? Yeah, my wife and I. Want to know something else? While we can’t boast of great material wealth, we could, if we wanted to, buy enough dog food for Possum to swim in. While we have no intentions of doing that, we would never allow Possum to go hungry, or even miss a portion of his meal. But he doesn’t grasp that. In his mind, that modest bowl of food is all there is, and he’s not allowing one morsel to miss a trip to his stomach.
I wish I could tell you I’m not like Pot Pie at all. Unfortunately, I act a lot like him when it comes to my material possessions, and just like Pot Pie, they’re not mine to claim ownership of. The Bible speaks of us as mere stewards of God’s property. But, once again, just like Possum, when I fail to recognize where all good gifts come from, I go into the stingy hoarding mode. When I feel I have to protect my material possessions with armed guards and catch-dogs, I demonstrate unbelief in God’s ability to provide… and I sound a lot like…
“Mommm… Duchess is laying in my bed!”