Without fail, my evening routine develops as follows:
- Wash dishes
- Help with homework
- Administer bedtime…
and then, as if some silent dog whistle is sounded, my beloved pup approaches me with a toy to play fetch. By this time of the night, I am tired. My interest in playing is about zero. My energy level is sapped, but there is my dear friend Kirby the Beagle waiting to play.
He knows that the kids have gone to bed. He knows that he has me all to himself. In his mind, the only option is a satisfying game of fetch.
If there is one thing that the evening routine has taught me, it is this… God sent us Kirby to teach me patience and God sent me to Kirby to play fetch.
Other than maybe an ice cold beer, a good nap, a beautiful wife, and charming little kids, what more could a man want?
Oh yeah, I was just reminded, a loving dog is really nice, too.