Fezzik Week

Oh Fezzik.

We live 4 blocks from church. In Lagrange that means 10 houses. The weather has been nice, so we have been walking to church.

Last Sunday we dropped the children off in their classes and came around the corner to see our dog sitting at the glass doors of the sanctuary looking in. Matt and I were quite surprised to see our dog attempting to worship with us. We figured he had pushed the gate open and followed us. So Matt left church and took him home.

Well this week it happened again. Only this time people were coming in and out of the doors when he showed up.

For those who don’t know Fezzik, he is a Siberian Husky with a very sweet and friendly temperament. He loves cats, dogs, and people.

He is also GIANT, scary looking, extremely large, frightening, massively sized, and has large teeth. Did I mention he looks like a wolf?

This week he went to church again only worse and more embarrassing, and worse and even more embarrassing.

I drop the kids off in their classes and go around the corner and see Fezzik at the glass doors looking in again. Only this time there is a girl behind him, looking completely freaked out and confused, wondering how she is going to safely bypass the wolf and get into church.

Oh brother.

I quickly go to shoe Fezzik away and let the poor girl in when out of church walks a lady carrying a large tray of brownies.

I would swear I was in a curious George book. Fezzik is instantly no longer interested in howling hymns with us or sitting quietly for the sermon. His nose is headed straight for the little old lady with the tray of tasty brownies.

People in the Midwest are very accommodating and laid back, but a wolfish animal in the parking lot will get to anybody. The poor lady could barely hold the tray of brownies high enough to keep Fezzik from snitching one.

Well, we were able to get lady and her brownies safely to her car and the girl into church. We missed Sunday School again, but caught the dog and took him home. This time Matt took baling wire and tied up the gates. So there can be no future Sunday morning escapades.

If Fezzik wants to worship, it had better be in his own backyard.