Personal Trivia

This morning while I was walking Chelsea, our 15-year-old, incontinent, arthritic and irresistible dog, she stopped to sniff at an unremarkable patch of grass. As usual. I remembered a hymn from childhood, and wanted to sing it aloud. Changed the words: "Onward polytheist soldiers, marching but for peace..." (I know, it sucks. But look at the alliteration!)