Look at me! I’m meeting the Pope (as far as I know)!
Here is my good side. Go ahead ladies, sniff away.
Who are these other dogs trying to steal my thunder?
A few weeks ago my folks took Toby to the church for the Blessing of the Pets. So far it hasn’t worked; he’s still Toby.
At the ceremony, they took a collection to help a local domestic abuse shelter. It is one of the few in the country that allows victims to bring their pets with them. My family made a large donation of food and supplies (that aren’t shown here) in Geordie’s name. (Geordie is still with us, but he couldn’t make it to the ceremony.)
In addition to the pet donation, I made a blanket/hat/bootie set to donate to help young moms with new families. (I’m not sure why I keep making baby gifts. I mean, the babies never write, and they hardly ever remember my birthday.)
Perhaps this is why. Look at this cruel “dribble” baby bottle! Who would do such a thing? Babies dribble enough as it is. They don’t need to be pranked.
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The Adventures of Bitey Dog 
I wish we had a Blessing close to us. Maybe it will just take some time to soak in for Toby!
This is at least Toby’s third, and it still hasn’t helped. You should visit Rosco. He went to a bunch of blessings this year.
I know, Rosco and Hershey are very good pals! Rosco only goes for the swag, BOL!
Toby, glad you got your blessing! I didn’t get one this year because the chauffeur overslept.
Might I recommend a new chauffeur? His name is Uber. Just make a “statement” in the front hall to distract Mom while you get her credit card! (Mwahaha)
It’s a kazoo pacifier.
Without them, the kazoos will keep you up all night.
They sure would.
Be happy be is still Toby. God doth have a sense of humor. You could have ended up with something worse, as impossible as that it to believe
I only kid about changing Toby. I love that happy little goofball just the way he is and hope he never grows out of his silliness.
Our Franciscan Friars bless animals once a year. Fortunately they also bless stuffed animals who are much easier to contain.
Ooh, I should have had my stuffed-puppy-with-a-bone blessed!
I love the adults who come up with their stuffed loves for blessings.
Awwwww!