(Things Catholic...and otherwise)
Very cool. Sent that to my wife, despite the Triumphalism of the last line in Bett's post. Sometimes it seems that my dog Obi is aware when I'm praying, because he never fails to join me unbidden, even when there's stuff going on downstairs (read: possible food opportunity).
As Bern likes to say, "I wonder what's going on in his head?"
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