Mystical Murmurs: My Interfaith Life

At the Church on the Hill, pet owners got together this past Saturday afternoon to remember St. Francis, and to receive the annual blessing on our pets. The weather was splendid, cool and crisp, as we gathered in the lower parking lot. At my former church, we did this service inside, but the Church on the Hill is barely big enough to accommodate people, much less furry creatures! I took my three standard poodles: my geriatric Shadow, who's 12, and Max and Amber, who are 2 years old. Shadow is a little blind and a little deaf, and approached the whole thing with a zen-like resignation. Not so the youngsters! They had never before been on the split lead, so they spent a lot of time figuring out that they had to walk nicely right next to each other. It was very funny to watch! We had about 15 dogs in attendance, and one bird. One of the dogs was a chihuahua, and totally adorable; unfortunately, Max suspected she was a rodent, and made every attempt to eat her! Her owners were very u

My canine-loving heart is just breaking over this story in today's Philadelphia Inquirer. I want to run right up there, fill my car with dogs and cats, and bring them home. The kennel operator potentially faces over a million dollars in fines -- but apparently no jail time. I say lock 'im up and throw away the key.

I just got this joke on email, and I can't resist posting it (pun intended). This will leave you no doubt where I stand, assuming you had any. While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old rancher, whose hand was caught in the gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Sarah Palin and her bid to be our next Vice President. The old rancher said, "Well, ya know, Palin is a post turtle." Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a post turtle was. The old rancher said, "When you're driving down a country road you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a post turtle". The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor's face so he continued to explain. "You know she didn't get up there by herself, she doesn't belong up there, and she doesn't know what to do while she's up there, and you just wonder what k

I knew I couldn't stop blogging for long. Just call me Ladel Torque Palin. At least, that's what the Sarah Palin Baby Name Generato r suggested. Now you give it a go! Sqeegee Jester Palin? Thor Surprise Palin? Oh, no, I'm going to need a 12-step program for this also!

Yes, it's true. I have been neglecting my three faithful readers while remaining glued to CNN. I repent! But with the debates beginning next week ... I may need a CNN 12-step program!!! Or new eyeglasses, at the very least. Bear with me!