DogBoy

At 18 months, my second grandson thought he was a dog. I discovered this on his first visit to our house. The two of us were sitting on the floor moving beads along a set of wires. As we slid them along their track, he began panting like a dog. I can't reproduce the sound here, but you know what I mean. I'm not sure if his tongue protruded from his mouth, but it wouldn't surprise me.

Other evidences came from our daughter. "He sleeps in the dog bed when he's tired," she said. On walks with his father and their dog, Jack, he emulated Jack by lifting his leg to mark every bush they passed.

I'm convinced he thought himself a dog.

Over time, he lost that sense and realized he was not a dog but a boy. While I was concerned at the time, my fears were groundless. He's a normal nine-year-old now, confident in his humanity.

We, like DogBoy, often think of ourselves as less than we are.

We are not dogs, but humans, created in the image of Father; a gloriously high image, worthy of His love and the focus of His attention.

7/4/18

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