Joey’s Hay

Jesus said:  Woe to the Pharisees.  Like a dog dozing in a food trough for cattle, they neither eat nor do they let the cattle eat.
Gospel of Thomas, Saying 102.

Reading this recently, I had to chuckle.  Evidently this kind of thing has been going on a long time.


It’s been almost a year since our Great Pyrenees guard dog Joey died.  We still miss his big goofy slobbering self.

Often when I’d put out a bale of hay for the goats Joey would come over, sniff around it, then climb on it to nap.  I suppose he just assumed the hay was intended for his comfort.


I used to get a little annoyed at him for doing that.  But now I wish I could look outside and see him sleeping on the goats’ hay.