As most of you know, poor little Leah passed away on my birthday.
Now I have another puppy, Gracie.
I named her Gracie because she was chosen by me in grace and not out of works. Nothing she did secured my choice of her. It was totally gratuitous (look that up in your Funk and Wagnel!), just like God does in choosing us . . . in grace.
And just as she has has her problems like all puppies do (peeing and pooping where she should not) yet I do not reckon any of her offenses and deal graciously with all her offenses (Eph 4:32 yet become kind to one another, tenderly compassionate, dealing graciously among yourselves, according as God also, in Christ, deals graciously with you.")
She too is a poochi (part poodle and part chihuahua).
According to the God of Christendumb:
I tried to tell her that if she crosses my path and does something bad before repenting of it and dies that she will go to the eternal dog pound to be eternally tortured in fire, but she doesn't seem to get it. But is that my fault? I warned her. Now it is all up to her.