My family is always razzing me about our dog’s looks. They think his legs are too stubby for the labradoodle he’s supposed to be.
They just don’t know a good looking dog when they see one!
As it turns out, Chief’s short legs are an answer to prayer.
I just came across an old note in my phone of Bryce’s prayer the night we got Chief. He prayed,
“Please bless him to be friends with our chickens. And help him not get big. And to be safe and sound and not to make a sound…”
Most of that prayer was answered word for word—Chief hardly ever barks, he’s short, he’s safe and sound…
But the part about the chickens… well, God must have needed more chickens in heaven, cause Chief sent them there. May they rest in peace.
And may God always hear the prayers of the children.
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