Don’t let anyone ever tell you prayer doesn’t work. I’m not saying it always works the way you’d like—even the Rolling Stones knew that you get what you need, not always what you want—but it does work. If it didn’t, I wouldn’t have a dog. It’s not that I don’t like dogs, but to me they’re like boats—better to know someone who has one. So how did I come to acquire fifty-five pounds of drooling, shedding, furry energy named Sam? Prayer. Not mine, of course, my kids’. |
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