1. My friend PeaceBang, a fine preacher if there ever one, and stage mother to clergy in need of sartorial uplift, has a puppy. More precisely, she and her beloved, known online as SweetieBang, have a puppy.
The saga began unfolding at Easter.
The puppy came home on Monday.
He spoke up on Tuesday.
Miss Ermengarde, the resident feline, has a few things to say about the new canine. She held a press conference today, on Cat Blogging Day.
Who can resist this boy? His name is Max.
2. Iris and Josh of Greensboro Birds, who already had one dog, have gotten a second dog, or rather, he has gotten them. He just showed up one day this week and stayed. Have a look at his fuzzy face here, with the saga of his arrival. (I'm not posting the photo here because Iris prefers that one not lift her pictures.)
The handsome fellow's name is Tito and he is already posing for pictures with his new pal Happy. Iris and Josh are thinking CD album covers.
3. A friend and colleague, whose name I will not reveal because I haven't cleared this post with him, and who is an Episcopal priest, has an irresistible and rambunctious companion named --oh wait, I had better not give the dog's name either. Let's just call him Golden Boy. Golden Boy is young and enthusiastic and, well, still learning his limits. This week, he chewed on, you guessed it, a Book of Common Prayer. I mean seriously chewed. I saw it.
Maya Pavlova would never dream of doing such a thing.