The Eight Dog Morning

 


I am about to be as legless as a drunken Scotty here. Need my medical herbals stat
 
Today - church, a place I have avoided for a month I went. Woke up, felt better. This was not a bad week even with the hot flashes from histamine dump. Cleaned windows and gardened I felt so decent this week. Not well, but okay. Didn't last. Why? Easy. Eight dogs in church, and I thought a three dog night was a bad thing. 
 
Now about to do a few edibles and paint this afternoon. I just cannot understand why anyone would bring a dog to church. It cannot get saved, or understand the sermon. None of these eight are service animals. I believe I'm going to have to rethink church altogether. It's too much and this pastor is more interested in keeping people coming in and tithing than protecting a church goer with a legitimate disability. 

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