The Begats and the Bulldogs

Every once in a while when I was a kid, our Sunday School teacher would go over a Bible lesson that contained some “begats”. The begats were genealogies of people – prophets, kings, fathers, sons, even a few mothers and daughters. (For example, Genesis 10 and 11 and 1 Chronicles 1 and 2. Of course, it’s the King James Version that uses the old fashioned word “begat”.)

I enjoy genealogy now. All I remember from those childhood lessons was how boring and long the begats could be. My fellow students complained. “Why all these begats? Who cares? What difference does it make?” (I was thinking it. I just didn’t have the guts to say it.)

The LORD always knows what He is doing. He included the begats for multiple reasons. For one thing, they remind us that there were those who came before us, that we did not simply spring out of the ground by our lonesomes, all by ourselves.

Begats show us patterns of what gets passed on to children. Some good traits and some bad. They also demonstrate that we are not stuck with what our parents did or did not do – good or bad.

In my whole life, Doodlebug and Miss Sweetie are the first dogs that I have been able to compare to their mother. I have been surprised by their similarities and their differences.

Similarities?

They are all trash divers. None of our other bulldogs are. Wiggles the mom, Doodlebug, and Miss Sweetie will always check the trash baskets on the way out the door. You never know when the humans might have failed to finish that breakfast sausage or might have left a few licks in that yogurt container.

They are dirt rollers. Again, none of the others do this. Is there a good, soft spot of ground anywhere for a little back scratching action? Wet or dry makes no difference. In fact, the messier, the better. One can always obtain a bath if one is dirty enough.

They are all platform climbers. The others are not. Provide anything from a cold fire pit to an old picnic table to a decorative stone, and you will routinely find one or more of them perched on top. King or Queen of the Hill.

Differences?

Wiggles never soils her crate unlike her daughter, Miss Sweetie, who has struggled against this habit.

Doodlebug is up for any adventure, including opening doors, untying his lead, and climbing any structure that will give him a foothold (but only if there is an interesting item at the top). That’s right. A climbing bulldog. We have an interesting future ahead of us.

Unlike her mother and brother who bolt in the very moment the door is opened, Miss Sweetie will sit down at the back door and patiently wait to be invited inside. No one trained her to do this. It is in her personality to wait. (Unless, of course, it is waiting for the bathroom and then at times, ten seconds is too long. Why don’t the humans move faster?”

So what have I learned from the begats and the bulldogs?

That we learn a lot from our close families even when we don’t mean to.

That we can carry some things with us from generation to generation.

That we don’t have to carry everything with us from generation to generation.

 

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Stella’s Blog – No Barking at Breakfast

Hello! I am Stella, Queen (Yes, QUEEN) of the Olde English Bulldogges. Welcome once again to my blog. I like blogging because I have much to say on every subject, even subjects I know nothing about.

The sky has been crying a lot. Rain, the humans call it. But I am dry and comfortable. Why? Because I do not dance in the water like Miss Sweetie and Doodlebug. They are silly puppies and come back in the house painted with mud and who knows what else. I am dignified and all grown up and…oh, what’s that? The cat is running and I must catch her!  Aaaagghh! I slid on the floor. Missed chance! Where was I? Ah, I am a dignified grown-up and I don’t do silly things.

Which is why I want to complain about barking at breakfast.

I like a nice, quiet morning. Breakfast comes after outdoor potty time (take note, Miss Sweetie – outdoor potty time. There is no official indoor potty time ever.) Lady Human calls our food time “The Hallelujah Breakfast Club” and she eats with us. Not the same food  out of our bowls. I would not like that. Everybody, stay out of my bowl! I don’t want your dirty mouths in it. That goes double for Lady Human. I have no idea what humans eat or chew on. I don’t even want to think about it.

I have noted way too much loud bulldog talk during breakfast. Tiger is the biggest loudmouth. If I can wait patiently for my bowl to be filled, why can’t you,Tiger? And Doodlebug does not have to put his five pennies in either.

(Pause for consultation with transcriptionist)

 Two cents. I have been informed that the human expression is two cents. Very well. Two cents. It sounded more like five to me.

The point is they have nothing to say and it is too early to be listening to loud noises. Barking should be used for emergencies only, such as strangers, hurry up bathroom runs, Moon the Cat, and singing the song of our people.

So please, everyone, dogs and people, keep the barking down in the mornings. The only sound that we should hear is bulldog mouths chomping our food. Humans may stay if they eat silently.

Thank you for your kind attention. That is all.

Signed,

Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges

 

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