And the dog said, "whine..."

Our dog, Howie (formally Howard Robert Montgomery...aka Howie, Howie Bob, How Bo, HRM, little spoiled one...whatev) has developed a new habit in our lovely home. He has started hiding his bones under the couch where only he knows they are. He then will sit at our feet and whine for us to find them. When we ignore him, he takes matters into his own hands, attempting to stick his head under the couch so that his booty is in the air, tail wagging...whining. Now, Cody and I would discipline him for this...were it not so dang cute. So instead, we laugh silently as to not interrupt his cute-ness. When push comes to shove, either Cody or myself is forced to get down on our hands and knees to retrieve said bone, or move the entire couch away from the wall, depending on how good of a job little Howie did that time at "hiding" his toys. I guess God is just using His mysterious ways to prepare us for parenting. So one day, when our little son or daughter hides his/her toys under the couch and cries for us to get them, we can be confident that if we just wait, eventually they'll put their little head down, whine with the best of them, and wag their cute little tail.