She was found at First Baptist Church Sunday morning.
She’s a husky/Irish setter/spaniel/collie/German shepherd/pitbull/terrier/golden retriever mix according to the canine experts at FBC. She looks like a long-haired, yellow dog to me.
I’m used to turning down the boys’ request for pets. Tarantulas, iguanas, birds, white mice, hamsters and some cats have all gotten a quick “No!” from the Alpha Male dog on the Ingram Plantation.
But when I saw Sara hugging that dog and then got that look from my wife’s warm brown eyes, it was all over.
We named the dog Sunday.
My family had numerous dogs when I was growing up.
Cameo came first and was followed closely by Hercules, Schwartz, Dophus, Red, Yukon King, Tippie, Onyx and Cinder.
Daddy did not allow pets inside (Momma’s little dog was the exception) and Ingram Boys were charged with feeding, housing, training, washing and finally burying each one of those dogs.
I learned a lot about life and my role as a provider from dogs.
They say you can tell a lot about a man by how he relates to a dog.
A paperboy for more then 10 years, I believe dogs have a very real sense of whether a person is seeking to do them or their home some kind of harm.
I learned real quick to go slow and easy when knocking on a door to collect my paper money at a house with dogs. I also learned that some dogs, just like their masters, are mean as snakes and no amount of sweet-talk or kind words are going to change their outlook on the world.
I am proud to say in a decade of delivering newspapers I was never bitten by a dog.
Burden or Blessing
I go to church for several reasons, but one of the main ones is to see what is going to happen.
I’ve gotten burdens at church after listening to a particular plight in this world or had The Word fall on me like the sinner I am. I’ve heard countless stories of blessings from Heaven at church and received my fair share, too.
The problem is you don’t always know which one you’re going to get when you drive up in the parking lot.
I’ve had conversations with church folk about dogs in heaven. Just like my earthly daddy I don’t think my Heavenly Father is going to allow them inside. I do know heaven is going to be a perfect place and if a dog is needed to make my stay there perfect, I’ll have one!
But back to this dog named Sunday.
It seems this dog had been fed by FBC Tommy for a couple of days. She looked to be in pretty good shape. The little girl who introduced that dog to my boys sort of helped things along, too. The spirit moved, I humbled myself and we now have a dog. It was a set-up from the beginning.
Sara spent a quick $20 bucks on that dumb dog – food, flea-soap, a collar, a chew, a leash and of course a small package of treats. I don’t know if it was Sara in “Momma Mode” or if she was just glad to have another female around the house.
The thing eats like a horse and, as with all systems, what goes in ultimately comes out. I think you get the picture. Of course the recent cold snap required this animal to be kept inside.
I’ve yet to figure out if I got a burden or blessing at church Sunday morning.
A boy and his dog
My boys need a dog. My wife wanted it. My home needed a dog.
My dog of 13 years died last year. It created a void at my house.
After a tough day at the office she was often the first friendly face I met when I came home late at night. That dog always greeted me with recognition and affection. She often changed my attitude as I walked to the door.
That dog grew up with my boys and they learned to love and play with her. We’ve got pictures of her camping, fishing, vacationing and on Christmas morning with us around the tree.
Sunday will soon be no different.
This is the South and dogs hold a special place in our culture. They are part of the family and we love them, too.
So come by and have a look at the latest addition to the Ingram household.
Just whistle and look for a friendly dog as you ring the doorbell.
Floyd Ingram is Managing Editor/News for the Chickasaw Journal. He can be reached at 456-3771 or via email at email@example.com