Once upon a time…a long time ago…there was only one Angel Dog in our Family….You know, American Eskimo Angel Dog Edward Bear Spinner….also known as Teddy.

When Momma went on and on and on some more, about how Teddy had never done anything wrong in his life….well, maybe he did one thing…he nipped Momma the first time she groomed him….oh and then there was the time he stole Momma’s guard for her bottom teeth….only, Momma shared some of the blame…she had left it out on her night stand…so, couldn’t really count that one, Momma said.

As you can imagine, my eyes went round and round and round in my sockets, a look of disbelief and maybe even jealousy on my usually sanctimonious face….but as Loretta Lynn sang….they don’t make ‘em like our Teddy anymore….

And so it was a complete shock the other day when Momma leaned down and whispered in my ear the other day that I am her Angel Puppy.   What…say what…when did I earn my wings…am I on the other side without remembering the journey?

Seeing the puzzlement on my  countenance…could have been my open mouth or… maybe my eyes begging, ….like…for real …Momma explained…

Teddy would always be her Angel Dog….but I am, I am…her Angel Puppy…because 1) I am smaller; 2) like any puppy, I am still in training…for the Angel part that is…. because sometimes I pull when I should heel and get hyper when I should just ‘let go and let God’….3) on occasion, I can be sneaky, digging craters in out of site areas  BUT other than that….

I am perfect…Momma said so…I even have some remarkable and lovable qualities that AngelDog Teddy never achieved…for instance…Teddy abided others but was devoted only to Momma….Not me…I have special relationships with all worthy kind hearted Two or Four Footed Creature…I am not like Teddy, feeling superior to cats, well, because they are cats.  I discipline, protect and love those cats if their very existence depended on me.

Agreed, Angel Dog Teddy was perfectly disciplined and obedient but where was the deep abiding love to envelope all of God’s creatures…not just Momma, because she rescued him from that God forsaken puppy mill, where survival was not a given…

I‘m still pinching myself that Momma says I am her Angel Puppy….yeah, yeah, yeah…I still have a few areas of improvement to attend to and I am on it…so on it but an Angel Puppy…who knew?

Now is there some secret to keep my Angel wings in place???? Calling all Angels.  Any suggestions?