Canine Church
Two dogs to my right and one dog o’er my head
As I lie on the edge of my doggie-filled bed.
Now one moves to my legs to anchor me down,
fearing my desertion for kitchen or town,
banishing canines to cushions or yard––
beds they find chilly and lonely and hard.
Better this bed warmed by blanket and sheet
and a mattress pad heater to thaw out their feet.
A mom they can cuddle or lie on, or heck––
tunnel into her armpit or under her neck.
These Sunday mornings, they insist that Judy’s
meditations with dogs are her spiritual duties.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Aww, how sweet
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Judy, last week I couldn’t leave a comment on your blog. I hope this one takes.
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aw, bless! I miss Maggie snuggling up to me at night, but glad Maya has never tried to get on the bed. She’s almost three times her size!
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I was away for a month and hadn’t had a lot of time to be with them since I got back 19 days ago so it was nice to have an entire day in bed together. I shouldn’t admit that but I was pooped and ready for a day of relaxation as were they.
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Fun little poem, Judy, and you all look so cozy there in church. I don’t know what I did without my heated mattress pad! I think I’d crumble if I crawled into a cold bed anymore.
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I had forgotten I had one but it has come in very hand latley. All three dogs were in it with me all day!!!! Lazy lazy.
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Wonderful poem. I fear they would be miserable with me as it’s a hard no to furry friends on my bed!
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