A Note from Our Supreme Commander, Jack

Life is intolerably hectic around here! I have only been getting 20 hours of sleep a day, and I'm not sure how long I can survive on that sort of deprivation. But my leadership is required, and so I press on. Due to my superior intelligence and great cunning, I  manage to maintain some semblance of order in this  crazy kingdom of mine. 

Each morning I survey my dominion, assessing threats both internal and external. I loathe the presence of that canine infiltrator so I continually plot her demise. Sadly, she misinterprets my prowess as playfulness. Idiot.

My morning ritual is extremely taxing, resulting in the need for a little relaxation. I do struggle to to unwind--the stress in my life is impossible. Some days I can't even find a lap throne to occupy. 

Other times I am required to share my lap throne; a prospect that completely disgusts me. Doesn't that dog know I'm the boss? Everyone else seems to have figured it out. They feed me, they pet me, they clean up after me. Yes, the humans are adequate as servants. But Gemma needs to learn her place.

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She perks up when she hears the creak of the front gate. No matter what kind of commotion is stirring around her, no matter what she is doing, no matter where she is in the house, she never misses the sound of the gate. And when she hears it, she stops whatever she is doing to head to the front door to greet me.

She abandons everything, and she runs. For me. Because I am her world, her master, her dearest love.

And when I come through the door, she wriggles with joy, leaps up, and kisses my cheeks. My dog worships me. I think I could learn something from her.

If only I listened for God like Gemma listens for me. If only I were willing to drop everything at the sound of His voice. If only I ran to be in His presence. He is my world, my master, my dearest love.

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