On the Porch
Onisha Ellis
When my beloved dog, Max died, I decided to not adopt another dog. One reason was that it just hurt too much to lose him.
When we moved to North Carolina I was delighted to discover our new home came complete with a porch dog. At first we didn’t know his name so the grandchildren named him Oreo, so named due to his black and white markings. We later learned his name is Gus. We call him our porch dog because he comes to sit with us on our porch, he is always polite never begging for food or jumping( he does occasionally try to be a lap dog). He just wants to share his love with us. On days my husband works in his wood working shop, Gus is there to guard the door and keep him company and is always ready for a walk to the mailbox. In return we share juicy tidbits of meat scraps. His owners don’t mind.
One day last week Gus did the sweetest thing. It was a very chilly morning and Mike was in the garage, changing the oil in our car Even though he laid some blankets on the concrete he was still freezing. As he lay there, shivering, Gus found Mike and crawled under the car. He laid down next to him, then sensing how cold Mike was, he snuggled closer, molding his body to Mike, sharing his warmth with him.
The Bible speaks of entertaining angels unaware, I wonder if Gus might be ours.
Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
Wishing each of our readers a year full of blessings in 2015. In the words of Corrie Ten Boom, one of the most inspiring women I know of, the best is yet to come.
Old Things R New 
lta, tis is such a heartwarming writing, tender nd poignant. Our animals are precious…a gift from above.
Love, Louise
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They are and Gus is a special gift as he came into our life when Max died.
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