Buster always looked depressed
Buster was a depressed neurotic when we first took him in to our home and our hearts.
This springer spaniel had lived a happy country life until his owners divorced. Unfortunately, for the last two years he had languished in the garage of a townhouse during the day and slept crated at night. Buster was lucky to get two quick walks a day on a leash, no less. For a dog, such an existence was equal to solitary confinement in a maximum security prison.
The first month on our farm, Buster ran off all his extra weight and started to act like a normal dog. The former owner phoned us a couple of times, certain that we would be fed up with Buster’s obsessive compulsive habits. Honestly, most of his irritating traits vanished as he began living the normal life of a typical dog. Although we were all surprised by Buster’s quick transformation.
However, my husband and I noticed that Buster still need inner healing from his traumatic prison sentence. So he decided to pray over the dog. I laughed at the idea but not for long. As Michael’s and my hands grew hot, sensing the flow of the Spirit through us to the dog, Buster started panting; he was getting hot as well. My eyes sprang open, my eyebrows shot up and I looked at Michael. His eyebrows were raised even higher than mine. Michael chuckled,
“It’s getting hot, isn’t it Buster?”
Buster just panted faster, his eyelids grew heavy and he started swaying. Michael encouraged him,
“It’s okay boy. Just relax.”
Suddenly Buster keeled over sideways. I knelt and peered into the dog’s face,
“He is out cold!”
My husband and I looked at each other and started to laugh. We could hardly contain our amusement. To use Pentecostal or Holy Roller terminology, our dog was slain in the Spirit. So much for the theory that such behaviour is the result of mass hysteria or subconscious conditioning.
6 thoughts on “Our Dog Was a Holy Roller”
As I was picking up my dog’s poop in the garden my dog came by and said: “This is great. I get to poop where I want and you pick it up. Who’s the boss now?”
Of course he was- he is alpha and you are his beta – better than me; I am an omega to my dog
Our dog was a skinny, threadbare, wreck frightened of his own shadow when we got him.So it’s nice to hear about a dog getting loved. Whatever works for you.
And what ever worked for You. Thanks for the visit
High energy dogs like Buster need attentive, active “parents” like you…I’m glad he found his way into your farm and your hearts.
Yes- he was a hunting dog, he wanted to chase and run