
My mom thought I could use a little blessing, so she walked me to a church just up the road from us last Thursday when she got home from work.

There were about 15 dogs there, and I knew two of them - big greyhounds. Their mom works with my mom, so I had met them before at an outdoor concert. I didn't know the rest of the dogs - I had never seen any of them at the dog park.

Little Miss Lorenza? Is that you? No, the brown dachshund wasn't our little blogging buddy from Mexico. I was a little disappointed. I should have guessed because Lorenza would have been dressed in a very pretty dress. Muy bonita!

My mom joked that she was worried I would hiss or melt or something when the holy water touched me. But I am no devil dog! I enjoyed it and gave the minister a kiss.
But nobody told me you're not supposed to drink the holy water.

I have been throwing up a little bit lately - maybe it's because I ate a crock of margarine last week. My mom calls me "Butter Boy." Not very funny. Hopefully with my blessing, I'll have a happy, healthy year coming up.












