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Poods was a Dog of Dogs

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Today's lunchdoodle is a bit of a sad one. My family dog, Bruce, AKA Poods, had to be put down today. He lived 15 years, double the average age for a dog his size. And his life was quite a great one as far as dog lives go. He had many years free to roam around woods and fields, special spaghetti and hamburger dinners, his own entourage of cats that doted upon and cuddled him regularly, and plenty of love and hugs from my teenage friends, then my little sisters' teenage friends, college friends, and from everyone in our family. Which is probably why he made it so long.

But losing a pet, even an old one, is never easy. I'm happy that Poods will be up in whatever heaven pets go to (which is probably way more awesome than the people version) with his buddy, the late Gomez the Cat. He's in a better place for sure, but if you could send happy thoughts to my mom, they'd be much appreciated.

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Dog as King

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In celebration of Easter and in antsy anticipation of the extra guilt I'll be feeling for leaving the church this past year, I felt it would be nice to do some spiritual research. While I've officially renounced my beliefs in the J-man (that's *my* personal belief, and I'm not even beginning to think or assume that I'm right), I DO like the idea and believe that there is something out there larger than myself. Whatever name He/She/It goes by, I feel that there's a bigger energy at play. So I signed out a couple books from the library and am TRULY enjoying this book: God on Your Own : Finding A Spiritual Path Outside Religion.

The current chapter I'm on is delving into the history and concept of God as King and King as God in various religions throughout the ages. The problem is, I can't seem to read those lines without thinking "Dog as King" or "King as Dog." And let's be honest, dogs would make better deities than some I've read about, and a better kings too. 

SO a Dog King I drew. Complete with biscuit minions, a frisbee follower and a disgruntled cat. Because even with a dog for king, there's no sense in hoping for or expecting a totally peaceful nation. Meow.

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