BECK & PEANUT
The sixth member of the Taylor family is our spunky and sweet goldendoodle, Peanut. She answers to many nicknames, including Peanut Butter, P-Nutter, Nutter Butter, Peanut Butter and Jelly, Goofy and Goofball. Suffice it to say, her name was much more appropriate when she was a small fluff ball.
I'm just going to say it – Peanut is perfect. She has no bad habits, other than occasionally throwing up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. She never barks, except when warning us about the mysterious FedEx truck that torments her. She never jumps up on people, except when they look especially fun to play with. And she never, ever rolls in the remains of a dead, stinky fish when we're at the lake, until she does. Like I said, she's perfect.
Somehow God knows that some of us need animal companions (everyone knows that dog is God spelled backward). I'm pretty sure that I get glimpses of the divine in Peanut. No matter how much we've neglected her during a long workday, she's ready to greet us, her prodigal humans, at the door, generously offering us her favorite toy. No love lost. No grudges. Just grace.
Peanut never reads Twitter, so her affection for me isn't sidelined because someone named @AngryCurmudgeon thinks I'm an idiot. No matter how bad my day is, or how much of an idiot I really am, Peanut is there to pick up the pieces. I'm not sure about God's plans for our beloved animals in the life to come, but I know there's a little bit of heaven on earth wrapped up in my furry friend. It's hard to imagine life without our beloved Peanut.
Beck A. Taylor, President
Follow Peanut on Instagram: @peanut_the_pirate
This story appears in the spring 2019 issue of Whitworth Today magazine.
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