A Jester in the King's Court

Ok, I have decided that this blog is going to be large on the interactive side. For some reason, coming up with topics is something a little less than easy. So, last night I asked 2 friends to give me ideas about what to blog about. I have one idea that is incredibly theologically heavy, and the other which is down right adorable. I have decided to go with the latter.

Topic: Puppies (again submitted by Shanda)

I’m not exactly sure why puppies are able to cast the magic spell over people that they are…but my goodness everyone loves puppies. I’m not sure how many calendars per year are sold that feature puppies in various situations, but I bet the number rhymes with 5 gillion. Actually, gillion might be an actual number, not just a word rhyming with billion. I will have to Wikipedia this…

I honestly feel bad for the puppies on those calendars. They are puppies, yet for some reason, some mean person will take one, put a pirate hat on its head and a patch on its eye and start calling him Captain Growler McBarkenstien and then subject it to dozens of flashing lights. You know what that puppy wanted to do when it woke up that day? Do you think it was “be a pirate?” Cause t wasn’t. That puppy wanted to chew on a bone for a few seconds….then switch over to your sock. And then it wanted to relieve itself all over the kitchen floor. Not be a pirate.

But really, I think this gets to the heart of the matter with the puppy spell….a spell which doesn’t just apply to puppies, but baby animals of all sorts. Something I think God clearly had in mind to ensure that humans would not eat their young…..its impossible to hate cute things.

I have a dog….and when I come down stairs in the morning and see that he’s left me presents, I’m angry. But 14 years ago when he did it…and he sat there being all cute…I’d think to myself, “Oh..its no big deal…” Now? Such a big deal.

So…joking aside…I do think this is part of God’s design in humans. See, babies are annoying. They scream constantly…they pee, vomit and poop everywhere, cry when they don’t get attention and can do nothing for themselves. Yet, we all love them. Why? They’re cute. Seriously, a baby relieves himself whilst playing with toys and you are likely to hear someone say, “Ooohh, baby made a poopy”…I can almost guarantee that that if it was I that had relieved myself, no one would say, “Ohh, mid-twenties masters student made a poopy”.

Why? Because babies are cute. And apparently we are designed to like cute things.

Ok, I am accepting topic ideas for blog post #3