May the blessing of Light be on you, light without and light within… ~Irish blessing
Guess what? I got blessed!!
Today’s the feast of St. Francis of Assisi, patron of us animals (as well as merchants and ecologists).
When Mama heard her church was conducting a Blessing of the Pets on Thursday afternoon, she suggested we go.
Now I didn’t know about this blessing-business, but I’m always eager to be with Mama, so I agreed.
The first hurdle was getting there.
It was going to be held outside the church, on this large patio type of thing, and you have to climb a bazillion stairs.
Well. You know me and stairs.
I told Mama she’d have to taxi me up and down if she expected me to get blessed.
She said she wouldn’t carry me because we both might go splat on the concrete.
Maybe we shouldn’t even try, she said, and got all sad.
Suddenly, I wanted to get blessed. I figured there might be food involved, and I love food.
I don’t like disappointing Mama.
So Mama came up with Plan B and said I should trust her.
After 12 years of togetherness, of course I do.
Mama hitched up my harness and leash and we took a ride in the car to the church.
We couldn’t have asked for a prettier day — sunny and 70-ish, with a brisk northwest wind that felt good on my furs.
Mama started leading me to the “handicapped” entrance, the one with an elevator going right into the church. Cool beans!
We were the first to arrive, but it wasn’t long before all sorts of pets and their people joined us.
Cats in crates and an assortment of dogs — mostly of the little yappy variety.
Father told us about St. Francis and led us in some prayers. I’d just gotten comfy and was hoping for a snooze, when cold water hit me upside the head!
I’d been blessed and my first inclination was to shake off.
Who knew a blessing meant a bath?
So now Mama says I have to be good.
Fortunately, that’s the easy part!