I Can't Find the Door

This last week has been difficult for me.  It started with bumping into the door frame on the porch.  I don't know how to explain it.  My Sisters noticed I acted strangely but really became alarmed the night I was headed for the kitchen door to go out for my walk and I walked right up against the refrigerator!  Ouch.  I am confused.  What is happening to my world? 

Things smell the same and sounds are the same.  I find my way around the yard with difficulty, but I know some of that is due to all the ice and snow out there.  If someone is driving in with a car, I pray they will be a little patient with me not moving out of the way right away.  It is taking me longer to get my bearings.

I was taken to my local doctor, Doctor Larson, who is so concerned that he recommends I go see an eye specialist.  I will be going there in a few days.  Please keep me in your prayers.  I'll let you know what the eye doctor says.



I've been thinking about resistance lately.  Just this morning I got in trouble on account of it.  Does that happen to you, too?  It can be rather painful and embarrassing. 

When the Sisters at Clare's Well go to feed the animals out in the barn, I like to go along.  Usually they are glad to have me come because they see how excited I am being wherever they are.  It is difficult, however, to leave the barn with them when I haven't had enough time to check with all of my friends out there.  I especially like to see what the others are getting in their food dishes. . . .

This morning, Sister Carol was in a hurry.  She called me to come when her chores were finished and I ignored her.  She didn't see me in the back pen and must have assumed I'd already gone out.  So, two hours later, there I was stuck in the goat pen and barking in a disgraced, humiliated voice for someone to come to let me out. 

Moral of the story:  Come when the one you serve calls you.


Down to Earth Viewpoint

I hear a lot of talk from my kennel on the porch.  The people I live with are Franciscan Sisters.  I hear they are committed to listening to God's voice.  These days, I hear them talking about listening even more seriously to God, digging in places where they might have missed a Word of direction, just like I do when I'm looking for a good bone.  A prayer I hear them praying is one from St. Francis:
              Most High, glorious God,
                     enlighten the darkness of my heart.
              Give me true faith, certain hope and perfect charity,
                     sense and knowledge
              so that I may carry out Your Holy and true command.

I wonder if I can learn more about those things Francis asks God for, especially "sense."  Does he mean the ability to follow your nose, like I already do?   What do people use to get to what's really important?  Besides my nose, I also use this trick:  I sit in front of the one I want something from and just look and look at them.  They could try that with God.