Togo Goes Easter Again

Easter eggs and bunnies aside, the Easter story lives on. It teaches us to hold on tight through bad times and great loss. Good things spring up around us.

Being a dog has a lot of advantages. I could make a long list. No laundry, for example.

I wonder what it would be like to pick out new clothes. Daddy says he doesn’t like doing that. Momma whispers to me that she can tell. Daddy is happy when Momma finds a sale because then he knows that he’s only one or two years behind on fashion. Momma says that’s a ten-year gain. Everyone is happy.

If I could pick out new clothes, I think it might be something in the Dalmatian collection. Or maybe the Pomeranium style. And in the summertime, Chihuahua — definitely chihuahua.

I asked Daddy if that’s what Easter was about — putting on clothes that are totally different. Daddy didn’t answer at first. Sometimes that’s because Daddy is hard of hearing. So I asked him again.

He scratched me behind my ear and said, “No, it’s not like that. You don’t need to change your look because God and all of us love you just as you are. But you feel like everything is brand new.”

And then it came to me. Easter is just a day to remind us that there is hope in new days and great promise in a sunrise.

Happy Easter, my friends! Friday was sad. Saturday was long. Sunday is brand new.

Jesus Christ is risen!