When I go to knitting on Monday evenings and Wednesday mornings, I almost always take Blazer along. He has a mad crush on Miss Kathy, the secretary, who always gives him treats, and acts as Official Greeter for another group that meets on Wednesday mornings, sitting by the door and waiting for a pat on the head.
He also goes with me when I am on Altar Guild, and knows he can follow me anyplace but up onto the altar steps. He stops and flops down on the carpet, once even resting his chin on the step, and waits for me to get things done, then trots back to the sacristy while I finish up. Ah, if only he had opposable thumbs!
The last couple of times I’ve gotten ready to leave, he’s come out the door, and then flopped on the grass, refusing to move. This morning, I had to go back in for something, and he leapt to his feet, dashing back inside with me, but wouldn’t leave the front lawn. I finally had to get his leash out of the car to get him to follow me.
Mind you, this is a dog who won’t eat until we say grace, so it’s hardly surprising. The Squire says we should just get him a white collar and rename him Deacon.
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Blazer reminds me of a couple of other Episcopal animals from past years. There was Leah’s tabby that would follow her to church and sometimes visited on his own. And then there were the two Jack Russell terriers that visited. Now there were a couple of species that attempted to live there the church mice and some snakes- one of which was a Black Racer that had most of my family up on the tables as I tried to catch (which I eventually did).
I love this dog! I am still amazed and laughing about him waiting for an amen to eat! LOL
He’s something else, I have to say that much.