Poor Winston. It's only 9:00 in the morning and his ears are already completey wet from being chewed on by the puppy. But he has yet to utter the faintest growl at her. He's had his chewy stolen, his food eaten, his water dish overturned, his routine all messed up but he faces the world with his characteristic happy, calm expression. He's like a living example of George Fox's admonition to "...walk cheerfully over the earth answering that of God in everyone".

Never mind wanting to be as good a person as my dog thinks I am. I'd really be making steps in my spiritual development if I was just as good as my dog!