Divine Creation by Professor Tino

   The other day I was out in the front yard of our house trying to get a section of garden prepared for some new perennials I want to plant.  As usual, with all of our kids mostly grown up and gone, I had my faithful but ADD afflicted dog Tino.  Now Tino is quite the character folks.  He's one half Scottish Terrier and one half Welsh Pembroke Corgi.  Or as we call him, a Scorgi.  He looks like a grizzly old fox but with shorter legs and with the attitude of a terrier.  For those of you who are dog lovers you know what I mean!  He also has the herding instincts of a Corgi.  This makes him quite the energetic lad.   Anyways, as I was spreading a load of dirt in the garden there was Tino standing guard as usual.  Smack dab in the middle of our two acres, puffing his fifteen inch high twenty seven pound frame up as much as possible.  His steely gaze taking in every movement and sound. His tall erect ears and darting eyes moving constantly back and forth, sending notice to all the squirrels, ducks and rabbits that this was sacred ground!  His sacred ground.  You see, Tino thinks he's the biggest and baddest dog in the neighborhood, no check that, the city.  He has the heart of a lion, the demeanor of a Doberman but the temperament of a cute little bunny rabbit.  He thinks he's tough.  First one to the fight and first one to get thrown out!  You can see why he's conflicted.  The first thing he does when I let him out the front door is sprint to the nearest oak tree and clear the area of any squirrels.  We happen to have a commune of them on our property.  Then he's off to another tree to do the same.  When he has finished dispatching all the little nut grabbers, he proceeds to disappear into the woods by the river and scatter all the bunnies and mallards.  It's somewhat amusing to see them dart out from the wood line and sprint furiously in all directions as this little tyrannical tornado disturbs them from their morning meal of clover and dandelions.  He actually reminds me of the Tasmanian devil character on the old Saturday morning cartoons I watched when I was a kid.  He's a virtual whirling dervish of spastic energy.  It is quite amusing to watch and the little guy provides us with endless hours of entertainment.  The only activity he likes better is a rousing, and I mean run till your exhausted game of fetch.  Sorry I'm wandering!
   I'll get back to my point for this essay on the disproof of evolution.  I am a big believer in that God uses all His creatures to teach us lessons in life.  So often it's just by observing His glorious living painting called nature. But that's another story.  Well, Tino taught me a whopper that made me smile at God and thank Him with a shake of my head and chuckle!  We all know about the wondrous attributes of man's best friend.  Loyalty, faithfulness, unconditional love, even when we don't deserve it, protectors and defenders of life and property.  The list goes on and each day whether on Facebook or in the news we read about numerous of tales of heroism, bravery or spectacular feats done by these lovable friends.  So, I'm wandering again.  Must be my old timers disease kicking in!  I am out raking dirt and I notice on my brand new sidewalk the largest pile of bird poop I had seen a a great while.  I look over to my black truck and there was the remainder of the bombing run.. Right across the grill and hood of my clean vehicle.  Isn't that always how it happens?  Anyway , I kept stepping over this virtual lake of excrement over and over again as I was trying to finish spreading the dirt before it rained.  My complaints on the ignorance of birds and their bowel movements were quite audible to my little friend.  Now, Tino at this time was over in the shade settling in after patrol to offer me company and his approval on my work.  Finally, after working my way down to the end of the planter I looked up to check my work and wipe off my sweaty bow, when I noticed the lake of poop was gone.  Not just gone but gone!  I checked my shoes to see if I had stepped in it.  Nope!  I looked up and down the sidewalk as if it got up and moved.  Nope!  Then I noticed Tino was missing.  I called, he didn't come.  I whistled he didn't come.  I walked around the house, all the way around.  Nope!  When I came back around the front again, there he was.  Sitting on the stoop, with the goofiest look on his face and his trail wagging.  He also had a big white and gray stripe on the center of his back!  Now I know there was no wet paint around folks.  Seems our little friend in his infinite God given wisdom, at least I'm convinced, decided to take care of the problem.  Mind you now, he was just freshly groomed last week!  There it was, wet, gooey and stinky right on the back of my little buddy.  Now you can look at this in two ways.  The evolutionist will say, that's what dogs do to over millions of years of natural order for a host of logical reasons.  To mark territory by erasing other animals scents.  To mask their own from enemies.  As far As I'm concerned that may be, but if that's what evolution is, then it clearly is regressing.
   Me being a pragmatist but trusting child of my Father thought otherwise.  The way Tino was looking at me was not as if he had done something wrong.  You know ears down, hiding with his little tail tucked between his legs.  No, he was sitting proudly up, tail wagging enthusiastically seeking approval.  I'm utterly convinced He was simply communicating to me that God told Him to help the crabby complaining child of His, me, and clean up the mess so I wouldn't step in it and become more foolishly enraged.  So clean he did.  For my benefit it became his mess.  Unselfish service without complaint, followed by the simple need of a pat, a treat, and a thank you.  Oh, and a bath.  Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.  Our little Tino, the wonder dog, is truly a gift from our Heavenly Father.   The Bible says that God uses the foolish things of the world to confound the wise every day.  I just wonder why I seem to always end up foolish.  Just God's way of keeping me humble I guess!  So stop and look around your little world and give your little friend more credit than you normally do and be amazed to watch our Great God prove that creation is all His for us to enjoy!  Silly rabbit that's why they call it the Theory of Evolution!

Revelation 4:11
Worthy are you, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they existed and were created.”