It was
two a.m. and pulled a pillow over my head, trying to
quiet the low-pitched cadence of the dog barking in my dream. I woke up and
realized the bark was real. Lying still and concentrating, I tried to will the
dog’s owner into bringing
his pup indoors.
What’s
wrong with people? Are they so oblivious that they let their dog stay out in
the cold all night?
After several minutes, I realized the rude
interruption was not going to stop. Sleep was out of the question, so I
considered several possible scenarios: I could drive my car around the block
and ring the neighbor’s doorbell. No. That would mean I’d have to get dressed
and go out in the cold. I could call the sheriff’s department, but a barking dog is no way to burn my currency with the law; I’d save a call
for something more important.
Coming up with no ideas, but getting further
and further from a decent night’s sleep, I dragged my body into the bathroom
and opened the window. From my upstairs bedroom I looked way down onto the
neighbor’s back yard and hollered, “Shut up!”
There.
I glanced down to where the neighbor’s dog
should have been, but didn’t see any movement. Nor did I see any porch lights
flick on. The fog
in my brain lifted and I recognized
the bark. That was my dog’s bark. But my dog was sound asleep in her bed
outside my room. Suddenly, the reality of my mistake entered my brain as I felt
my thoughts screech out of judgment and into chagrin.
It was my dog downstairs looking out the
sliding glass door and barking wildly at a cat or a fox. Her bark was so loud
that even though she was indoors, all the neighbors could hear her. I put her
in my son’s room where she
wouldn’t be distracted by critters. Back in bed, I reflected on the lesson God had
once again brought to mind. Before judging, first consider grace, for you might
be the recipient of whatever you deliver.
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