If I chased happy like Colt chases a lime green ball, I might be inclined to find it more often.
Or if I simply welcomed its possibility, like a dog bounds into the backyard
hoping that I follow into the moist morning grass
to reach down for the tennis ball,
squish it, soft, dirty and worn
and then throw it, straight and solid across the yard.
He rushes back, happy to have it then drops it “Good boy!” I say like mama to child, “That’s good.” and he looks at me, happy to have pleased me.
Today I will pursue happy; invite it and be exuberant in my retrieving.
Then bring it back, drop it at the feet of the Father, the one inviting my pursuit.
Lisa Anne Tindal 
Visiting from FMF, and this is a beautiful post. Your Colt is so handsome and I love hearing yet another way that we learn from our dogs. Peace.
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I love this! And you tied it up in perfect faith at the end.
(I admit I am a sucker for dogs; we have a sanctuary for the abused and abandoned, and I get a whole LOT of happy every day.)
#1 at FMF this week.
https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2016/08/your-dying-spouse-190-mustard-seed-of.html
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‘Today I will pursue happy; invite it and be exuberant in my retrieving.
Then bring it back, drop it at the feet of the Father, the one inviting my pursuit.’
Loved this bit, Lisanne! Dogs are so good at happy. I did a post on our dog, Kaelen, who finds just as much pleasure in chasing a ball. Visiting from #58 at FMF.
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Thanks so much! I can’t wait to read about your dog!
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