Exist, oh ye Dog!
The Word is my german shepard, he shall not pant.
He maketh me clean up what he does in green pastures.
He cleans his bowl and walks me on paths of scents for his marking's sake.
Yeah though we walk through the valley of the shadow of bloggers, we would hear no other. You are there, your pen and your writing, they complete me.
You asketh baubles of questions in the presence of my foibles. You point me to coffee. My cup runneth over.
Surely dog chow and walks will follow me all the days of my life, and we will smell in the house with Word, forever.
