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Saturday, August 15, 2009

Fact or Fiction

Dogs hate mailmen and missionaries.
Fact or Fiction?
You decide.
OK, so my foot wasn't actually in the shoe while the dog was chewing on it. Still, it was a HUGE dog. It looked like a pony; a big, black, shaggy pony with the head of a bear. (New Foundling maybe?) I also used to think that Beethoven-type dog slobber was a movie stunt, but this dog proved that wrong, too. Gross.
So, what is your best dog story from the mission?

4 comments:

Steff said...

Dogs DO hate missionaries! Only one dog ever actually made contact with my flesh, and he was sedated! My favorite dog story is when Sister Price and I went to contact a referral. It was in a small dark trailer in Payson. We knocked on the door, and as a it opened this HUGE shepherd mix came FLYING out, barking, with teeth showing. In one swift ninja move, Sister Price grabbed me and THREW ME in front of the dog while she ran! I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!! Luckily it turned out alright. Sister Price is terrified of dogs. I wish I could say that I was her ONLY victim... but alas, she threw Sister Spurlock (a member in her 60's) in front of ANOTHER dog!! Watch out for those Kiwi's.... good heavens!

red said...

Oh goodness. One of the best is when we were in East Mesa heading in to visit a family when all three of their HUGE dogs come running over each other to meet us. The youngest, a large, tawny pitbull charged towards me with his mouth aimed straight for my left hand. I could see myself with a hook already. But he clamped his jaws around my WATCH. Then he ripped it off my arm and ran away to go munch on his timely snack.

Steff said...

huh... no wonder you hated wearing watches... sorry I made you wear them! Wait... no... The watch saved your life! You should be THANKING me!

Jordan said...

I don't that all dogs, hate missionaries. I know some dogs can be very annoying to missionary's. While Elder Brown and I were up on the Greasewood Reservation, we had plenty of contact with dogs up there. But I'll admit that those dogs know to stay out of the way of any human up there.

When I was 14 or 15, I had a teacher that prided himself on being a thinker. We had some enlightening discussions in his classroom. He helped me ask some great questions that led to tremendous answers that still guide me today. We agreed on many things, but were at odds on a few. One of them was religion. I had a lot of respect for this man, but it amazed me that someone who claimed to be open minded was blind to just how closed minded he was when it came to God. He was always challenging my faith. He considered my beliefs to be a sign of my weakness. His claim was that unless it could be acknowledged by the 5 senses, there was no proof that God existed. I struggled as a young person to help him understand that he was limiting his understanding to what he had personally experienced, cutting himself off from other possibilities. The best that I could do was to try and help him understand how I knew; that things of the spirit could only be understood and perceived by the spirit. Years later, I still don't have a better answer to this one fundamental question, but I face the same dilemma. This blog is dedicated to preserving stories and experiences of missionaries in the Arizona Mesa Mission both during and after their formal missions. Some stories are fun and light hearted, but others are of a spiritual nature. The blog forum is so convenient, yet the format is limiting. There is more to these words than letters on a page. To truly understand the messages requires not only an open mind, but a soft heart.

After all, "A man's reach should exceed his grasp, else what's a Heaven for?- Robert Browning"

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