11pm. bed time. brush teeth. get changed. get a glass of water. turn kitchen light off. unfold dog blanket. pat dog. ask god's blessing on dog. go to bed.
you may think i'm a freak but i'm not the only one. check this out and for the record i've had over 4 deep spiritual conversations with non-churchy neighbours this week as a direct result of my brown fury four legged angel.
last year my dog ran away. she went to a neighbours house, silently opened the door and hopped in the bath tub with a 4 year old boy. fortunately that 4 year old liked dogs and didn't freak out. later that year his mum gave her life to the lord. - charlie
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