A thought for the day, based on the texture of the fur of my geriatric puppy...

Every morning the first thing I do is lay down with my dog for a small snuggle. Today, as I buried my face in his fur, I realized that of course there is a God. Something as perfect as Max's fur simply cannot be haphazard. All these years I've wondered and now I know! A tricksy God, but a God nonetheless!

Pamela Nelson