Every time I sit down to pray, my dog brings me an object for fetch. She was not very appreciative last night when I tried to explain that it was cold and dark now, and that I refuse to throw a frisbee in my bedroom.
(What does this say about my prayer life? A. I am still. B. I have at least one hand free.)
So today I made a point of tackling the ol’ rosary earlier in the day, when I could still pray outdoors.
–> Yes, that is where I stand on the piety-meter. The Lord has sent me a german-shepherd-mix to help prevent excessive procrastination. Very gentle about it. All cute eyes and respectfully dropping the flying object closer and closer. How could I not want to pray with a partner like that?
Or perhaps the Lord has sent me a rosary to make me get out and play with my dog more.
UPDATE: Edited to add a photo. But I promise I am not turning into a pet-blogger. No really. Just seriously goofing off.
