God in a Dog

My dog totally gets the concept of grace. Maybe it’s because he has some faint canine memory of being separated from his mother at a too-early age, dumped at a high-kill shelter, and then rescued by his foster before being adopted, returned, and adopted again–this time for good by yours truly, my three kids, and our indifferent cat. He seems to appreciate his happy ending. Then again, he’s a...
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