Dogs in Heaven

It's 11:56 and I need to get this post in by midnight, but it's been a busy, busy, busy day with a lunch meeting and rehearsal and Coffeehouse, so, you know, I'm a little tired. But the daily blog posting is important to my sanity, so here's what I've got for you today:

Joe picked up Chance's ashes from the veterinarian a week or so ago, so one afternoon on the way home from school last week, Casey overheard me telling my friend Heidi on the phone that we had picked up the ashes and needed to find somewhere to spread them. Heidi and I started talking about dogs going to heaven and what heaven for dogs is like. We were having a little fun with it and I think I said something about how there had to all kinds of shoes to chew in heaven.

When I hung up the phone, Casey said, "Mom, Chance can't chew shoes in heaven."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because," he said, "there's no sin in heaven."

I decided not to engage him in a theological discussion regarding how dogs cannot sin, only people can, so I just told him that because the shoes in heaven don't belong to anyone, it wouldn't be a sin for Chance to chew them. See, these are the situations that those nifty parenting books don't tell you how to handle.