Posted by: BibleScienceGuy | March 16, 2016

Kepler Chases a Squirrel

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Kepler

Kepler

Woof! Woof! This is Kepler again, Master’s Jack Russell terrier. I’m writing another article for Master’s blog.

Master is the BibleScienceGuy, and he said I could write an article to tell about my latest squirrel hunt in which I “went crazy.”

We don’t know how, but a squirrel got in our basement last week. Missus heard it running on the ducts and knocking over boxes.

I knew it was there, but Master and Missus wouldn’t let me in the basement. I scratched at the basement door, whined, and begged.

Squirrel Hunt

Finally Master decided I might be able to help. He opened the door and said “Wait.” But I zipped right down the stairs anyway. I hated to disobey Master, but I just had to get that squirrel. Master always makes me wait for a signal to leave my crate, to eat, and to go outside. But this time I couldn’t wait for his signal. There was no time to be lost in going after the squirrel.

It was a big brownish gray squirrel. It was in the joists and on the duct work. I told Squirrel very firmly and authoritatively to get down, but he ignored my repeated commands.

Master and Missus came down to see what was going on. From a duct, Squirrel jumped onto Master’s back, then onto some boxes, and then back onto a joist where I couldn’t reach him. I was frantic to get him. I was beginning to lose control in my excited chase.

With Squirrel jumping from box to box to ducts, then onto Master’s back (that really incensed me), then to boxes to joists — with me in hot pursuit, the scene in our basement looked something like this YouTube clip from the Christmas Vacation movie in which a squirrel rides into the house concealed within a Christmas tree. Later a large Rottweiler dog chases the squirrel through the house destroying everything in their path.


 
Soon Missus stopped the chase. She said, “That’s enough.” (I’m not sure, but I think Master would have let me keep going.) Missus caught me and carried me upstairs. She baited our Havahart live animal trap with peanut butter and put it in the basement.

I begged and begged to go down to the basement to check on things, but Master and Missus kept the door shut. How I wanted to catch Squirrel for them!

Around noon the next day Missus checked the trap — still empty. Soon Master let me go down to accelerate the process. I chased Squirrel right into the trap! Wham! The trap door slammed shut before I could get my jaws inside!

Then things got wild. I completely lost it trying to get at Squirrel inside the metal cage. I raced around and around the trap, attacking it from every angle and shoving it all over the basement floor.

Inside the trap, Squirrel was trying his best to get out. I broke a toenail on the trap, and the nail started bleeding profusely. I spread blood all over the floor. I did not bark, because I wanted to get Squirrel before Master came, but I was panting so heavily that Master heard me from upstairs.

I glorify my Creator by doing very well
what He well-designed me to do
— catching squirrels!

Missus came down, saw the blood, and ran back upstairs. She told Master, “Kepler got the squirrel. There’s blood all over. I’m scared.”

The last time I caught a squirrel or a chipmunk, I broke their necks immediately, and there wasn’t a drop of blood with either. Missus was concerned Squirrel had hurt me. Ha Ha Ha. As if! Squirrel had other things on his mind with me snapping right behind him.

Master came down, saw the squirrel in the trap, and told Missus it was okay. He tried to stop me from attacking the trap but failed. I was wild, crazy-excited, and intent on getting Squirrel! I wanted to bite his neck and shake him! He had no business being in our basement!

Missus carried me upstairs and put me in my crate to calm down. Master and Missus were very proud of me. They told me what a great job I did. I panted rapidly for 15 minutes before I finally settled down.

It was the eve of my two-year-old birthday, and Master had promised me a sausage dinner, but I totally forgot about sausage in my excitement. Squirrel meat — that’s all I wanted. This was the most fun I’ve had since a year ago when I caught a squirrel upstairs (see Master’s report Kepler & the Psycho Squirrel).

There is nothing like chasing and killing squirrels! I recommend this to all readers of Master’s blog. It’s very good cardio-vascular exercise and provides protein for the table.

Now I have a new item on my daily To Do List: Check Basement. It’s so stimulating to run around and sniff the lingering squirrel smells. I check all the basement rooms thoroughly several times daily. I keep hoping another squirrel will get in again — or at least a chipmunk or mouse.

Kepler's New Buddy

My Buddy Henry

My Buddy Henry

My new buddy Henry whom we adopted last Christmas came down several times to see what the excitement was all about and to check on what I was doing. But it didn’t interest him for some inexplicable reason, and he always went back upstairs.

Henry is a Silky Terrier built to hunt rodents, so his lack of interest astonished me — Lieutenant Henry is Captain Kepler’s right-paw-dog on the Backyard Squirrel Patrol. We both love to chase squirrels and chipmunks in Master’s backyard.

The day after I “caught” the basement squirrel, Henry almost got his own squirrel in our backyard. Henry stayed outside when Missus let me in, sitting very quietly by the Squirrel Tree — immobile for almost an hour. Eventually a big black squirrel ventured down, and Henry took off after him like a line drive off a baseball bat. He almost got him, but his tether brought him up short. I felt bad for him when he told me what happened.

People React When I Glorify My Creator

Some people are horrified when they hear about my exploits. I hear them rebuke Master for teaching me to hunt squirrels or for letting me chase them.

Others ask, “Who taught Kepler how to catch squirrels?”
“Why does he chase squirrels?”
“Look how fast he is! Where did Kepler get his speed and lightning reflexes?”

Eric Liddell at the British Empire versus United States of America (Relays) meet held at Stamford Bridge, London on Sat 19 July 1924

Eric Liddell
Running anchor leg of 4 × 400m
relay race, British Empire vs USA.
Liddell’s team beat the gold-medal
winning USA Olympic team.
(London, Sat 19 July 1924)

Master did not teach me how to catch squirrels. I just know. I run very fast, because my Creator made me fast.

Master’s hero, 1924 Olympic champion and world record setter Eric Liddell, said this:
“I believe God made me for a purpose, but He also made me fast! And when I run, I feel His pleasure.”

Even though I’m just a little dog, I feel the same way as Mr. Liddell did.

I hear Master tell people, “The Creator built these capabilities into Kepler’s DNA. Imagine the complexity of that coding job! No human has any idea how to write that code in the DNA. This points to the wisdom, power, and grandeur of the Creator.” (Romans 1:19-20)

Master says it would be wrong to prevent me from chasing squirrels, because that’s one way I glorify my Creator — by doing very well what He well-designed me to do.

Master says just as it would be wrong to keep a scientist from doing research or to keep a musician from playing music or to keep a baseball player from playing baseball, so it would be wrong to keep me from chasing squirrels. Our Creator gave us all different abilities, and we glorify Him by using what He gave us as best we can. We all glorify the Creator by doing very well what He well-designed us to do.

Okay. I’m done. I need to check the basement.

Oh, one more thing. Do you know what Master and Missus did with Squirrel? They drove 4 miles away and let Squirrel go free. I could hardly believe it!

Questions to Ponder
  1. Every creature glorifies its Creator. How do your pets glorify the Creator?
  2. Have you felt the exhilaration of watching someone do just what they were created to do? Describe the occasion.
  3. Share your thoughts on these questions in the comments below. It could encourage or help another reader.

Soli Deo Gloria.

Read the prequels on our puppy Kepler:
1. Why I Named Our Puppy “Kepler”
2. Kepler’s Kind
3. Kepler’s Lopsided Trade
4. Kepler’s Amazing Nose
5. Kepler’s Business Card
6. Kepler & the Psycho Squirrel
(with video)
7. Taunting Kepler
8. Adam and Puppies
9. Who Taught Kepler?
10. Kepler Gets a Buddy
(with video)

Read the sequel:
12. Kepler’s Complaint

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©William T. Pelletier, Ph.D.
“contending earnestly for the faith”
“destroying speculations against the knowledge of God”
“for the defense of the gospel”
(Jude 1:3; 2 Cor 10:5; Phil 1:16)
Wednesday March 16, 2016 A.D.

But now ask the beasts, and let them teach you;
And the birds of the heavens, and let them tell you.
Or speak to the earth, and let it teach you;
And let the fish of the sea declare to you.
Who among all these does not know
That the hand of the LORD has done this,
In whose hand is the life of every living thing,
And the breath of all mankind?
(Job 12:7-10)

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  1. When I was younger I trained and hunted bird dogs. I marveled at their natural abilities to find, point, and retrieve the pheasants and quail that I hunted. They were almost complete with pure natural instinct. The only thing I added was obedience training. They had to learn that they were hunting for my benefit. Once they were trained, we became an inseparable team. I cried when they were old and crippled and I took them to the vet to be put to sleep. They were gifts to me from the Creator. In much the same way, the Creator made human beings who need to learn obedience so they can serve their Master.

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