All dogs go to heaven right?
My house looked like a crime scene this morning. Like when the killer has dragged a perforated corpse down the passage. Only the slipstream of hemoglobin running down the spine of my domicile was courtesy of my basset hound.
From his rectum.
Which… well… its a bad sign. I mean he is old and lumpy. And deaf. And kinda insane. Its his twelfth birthday next week. Which is the higher end of the lifespan chart for a basset hound. I’m sounding flippant because he seems to be okay now. He’s on a drip at the veterinarian. She seems to think its more likely a bacterial bloom than an exploded spleen…
Which is obviously good news all round. I wasn’t quite ready to pen an in memoriam to the great Napoleon Dynamite just yet.
My nephew (and godchild*) goes to one of those archaic high end Catholic schools. His Religious Education teacher recently informed him that dogs don’t go to heaven… because they have no souls. Being nine years old he was devastated by this revelation.
*they REALLY didn’t think that one through.
I thought that was quite mean-spirited of that particular teacher. Since my nephew had to then re-mourn the loss of his Belgian Shepherd. But you know… lets get it… eh… ‘canonically’ correct.
Ergh. People suck.