The Little Things
By Jean Boonstra
Have you ever wondered if God cares about the little things in your life? He really does! But, does God care about the little things in a dog’s life, too?
“Jamey, put the napkin on the left side of the plate,” Natasha said, leaning over her sister.
“Right,” Jamey agreed moving the floral-printed napkin. Stepping back to admire the beautiful Thanksgiving table, she felt Gadget brush up against her leg.
“Woof,” Gadget said with his most pitiful look.
“Now, Gadget,” Jamey answered. “You know you can’t have any of the Thanksgiving food.”
Gadget whimpered and then hid under a chair. The house smelled wonderful, but he tried not to think about all the delicious food. When two socked feet appeared in front of him, he decided to try again.
“Careful, Gadget,” Chaplain Simon laughed. “I almost spilled the green bean casserole.”
Gadget wagged his tail enthusiastically. He hoped Chaplain Simon would give him a nibble of the green beans. Instead, he said, “Now, Gadget, you know you can’t beg at the table.”
Gadget curled up in the sunny spot in front of the window. He watched his family finish setting the table. Gadget lowered his head onto his paws and closed his eyes. When he blinked his eyes back open, Jamey was standing in front of him. Gadget jumped up excitedly. Maybe she would give him a green bean!
“Gadget,” Jamey said sweetly, “Let’s take a Thanksgiving selfie together.”
Gadget snuggled up to his favorite human. Jamey snapped the photo and all too quickly ran back to the table.
Gadget walked past the Thanksgiving table and out the back door and into the yard. He sniffed at the pile of golden leaves sitting beside the fence and then sat down next to it. Gadget wasn’t just sad about the food. He felt left out.
Gadget blinked his eyes closed, and when he opened them, there was Jamey again! This time he didn’t jump up.
“Gadget,” Jamey said motioning for him to follow her. “I was looking for you. Come inside, I have something for you.”
Gadget followed Jamey through the back door and into the kitchen.
“Look,” Jamey said, pointing to a little bowl on the floor next to the sink.
Gadget padded over and sniffed. The smell was wonderful. The food looked just like the food his family set on the table. Like the food he wasn’t supposed to eat.
Jamey grinned, realizing Gadget was confused. “It’s OK boy,” she said wrapping one arm around his neck. “I researched it. Sweet potatoes are good for dogs. Go on, this is for you!”
Gadget took a nibble of his Thanksgiving treat. It was delicious! His tail wagging, he ate up every bit of the sweet potatoes. He didn’t feel left out anymore.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Gadget,” Jamey whispered.
And now, it truly was.
God does care about the little things—even for our pets.