Winston and Scout

Winston (the lab) and Scout (the shepherd) were our constant friends in Uganda. They belong to Shane and Carole, who were our hosts while in Mbarara. I know that they (the dogs, that is) still miss us, because we spoiled them rotten. I was the early riser of the group, and Winston and Scout were always anxious for me to come sit on the porch and drink my coffee -- which to them meant scratch their heads and throw the blue rubber bone. Winston was always the one who would retrieve it, and then he and Scout would spend 5-10 minutes playing chase and "fighting" over possession of the blue bone. They provided hours of amusement and entertainment, and frankly I miss them too. The porch was also where I journaled -- and rarely did I get more than two or three sentences written before a dog head would suddenly appear on the page.

I know lots of people have written about dogs and theology, so I won't do that here -- I'll just say that Winston and Scout aided my quiet times, and I'm thankful.