You, God , are my God , earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water. My dad had a dog named Tipper. This was definitely my dad’s dog. He would follow my dad anywhere. We lived on a farm; if my dad went out to fix the fence the dog would follow him. At night, the dog would wait for my dad to sit down and then come and sit right beside him in the chair. This dog was not a small dog, and yet he had to share the chair with my dad. If we were eating, the dog would come and lay right at the table beside him. There were very few times that you would see my dad and the dog was not close by. Tipper liked all of us, but he loved my dad. He loved him so much that he wanted to be close to him. He wasn't content to sit and wait for my dad. He had to be wherever my dad was. We had chickens that we had to keep out of the road. When he got that dog we no longer had a job. The dog wo