I stepped away. Just for a second. However, I guess that’s all he needed. There it was. Open. Pages taped. Binding coming asunder. There he was. I imagine he jumped on the chair, excitedly wagging his sandy brown tail, thinking to himself: “Woof, woof,” which I think means, “Yes! He’s finally gone. Here is my chance.” When I walked back to my room, there the little guy was. Ever so casually laying on the floor. With my Bible. It’s a relatively older Bible, so the pages were falling apart. I hurriedly knelt down, picking up the manila and black pages of this New International Version Bible. Then I looked at him, and his scintillating brown puppy dog eyes were looking back at me. He was gleefully chewing. I’m no expert at all, but I think that is Yorkie Shih Tzu for, “Om nom nom. Yummy yummy in the tummy.” Dog experts reading this, please help a Hebrew brother translate.
As he was chewing on the page like bubblegum, I noticed there was a bite mark on Deuteronomy. On the lower right side, where Deuteronomy 31 begins. This could be a reach, but it seems our canine friend agrees with the words of the Hebrew psalmist at Psalm 119:103.
“How sweet are Your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth.”
Such zeal for Scripture this teacup dog has! Could it be, that he has a hyper-literal, perhaps Pharisaical interpretation of this Psalm, that he just had to sink, dare I say, immerse, his pearly white chompers, into the living waters of Scripture? What’s next? Will he start eating kosher? No more Pup-Peroni? Is he waving his paw goodbye to Beggin’ Bacon Strips? Sigh. Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, this puppy thinks Torah is delicious.