Looking for Opportunity.....

The dogs know something is up. Suitcases keep being shuffled in droves to the car and thus far, no dog has been asked to "Get in!". They find this gravely ominous and are consulting what the best course of action might be.  Lucky of course is advising that they be proactive and escape immediately, before the car departs. Honeybun whose nature is really one of submissive obedience finds this suggestion abhorrent but was particularly disturbed when the iPod charger got put in the car. They intend to go away longer than an iPod remains charged, and this she knows means at least one full food cycle.

"Who will feed me?" is her overriding concern. But they both stand at the door, looking out, hearts a flutter.
"Now Lucky,"  I warn, "Some very nice girls will be coming 4 times a day to feed and walk you. If you chew the window sill off  or dig a hole in the wall, you will have to be crated. I don't want to get a call like we did a few  years ago when we were in Florida asking me if we had a dog named Lucky."
Lucky blinked at me as though he didn't remember that episode. The neighbor 2 streets over was kind enough to drop him back in our yard and we called the dog sitter to hurry over and barricade him in the house.

Fortunately Arvo will be here for another week so the dogs will only be alone about 3 days. A lot can happen in 3 days, however. In that brief time period, the Savior of the world was killed and then resurrected. If one man could manage to save an entire species in three days, imagine the havoc a crazed dog could create.

So we go with some trepidation. Asherel is much better, fever gone, and just some lingering congestion.... so the anxiety is no longer for her health.  But Lucky and Honeybun are looking ominously conspiratorial.
"God sees what you are planning, even when I don't," I remind them. Honeybun hangs her head, but Lucky stares back at me knowingly.

Micah 7: 3-4

3...the powerful dictate what they desire—  they all conspire together.
 ⁴ The best of them is like a brier,
    the most upright worse than a thorn hedge.
    The day of your watchmen has come,
     the day God visits you.