Last night was dog church. As you know, we always go to church. We are what you call "regulars". When we first got there, I was greeting Goose's mom and telling her about my emergency trip to the dogtur when I got
shot my toenail ripped out. She said she knew I was "scaredy brave". Stanley used the opportunity to slip out of his collar. He ran up to where the band was playing but dad made him come back and sit with us. Mom said she loved the light in the church. We have a beautiful sanctuary. What makes it beautiful isn't how it was made but the fact that ever'body is welcome whether you have 4 legs or no legs!
Goose's mom preached a good sermon. She doesn't say too much about it but I think he writes most of her sermons. (Goose is smart like that.)
After church there were treats for peeps and for doggies. We especially like this time cuz me and Stanley get lots of pets and everyone is always saying how cute we are and how our furs are so soft. We like to use this time to make everyone feel welcome. We sure love our church!
Murphy & Stanley