Mice, Dogs and Books (On the Lighter Side)

By Randy Alcorn

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Our friend Pat Maxwell forwarded to us this picture. Don’t you just love it?

Romance, cooperation, friendship, assisting your buddy in taking the initiative... it’s all there.

If you're looking for something heavyweight, you won't find it in this blog of mine. (I need a break.) But I recommend my friend Justin Taylor's blog for a thoughtful commentary on the current debate about whether Muslims worship the true God.

The other night Nanci read me the following from Reader's Digest:

A man and his dog go to a movie. During the funny scenes, the dog laughs. When there's a sad part, the dog cries. This goes on for the entire film: laughing and crying in all the right places.

After the show, a man who was sitting in the row behind them comes up and says, "That was truly amazing!"

"It sure was," the dog owner replies, "He hated the book."

Speaking of dogs and books reminds me of the Groucho Marx quote I mentioned last summer, in reference to Moses, our Dalmatian: “Outside a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside a dog, it’s too dark to read.”

And while we're at it, Nanci emailed me this report, from our friend Diane Meyer this morning (see, send us something good and you may get credit in a blog):

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With all the sadness going on in the world, it's worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokie Pokey" died peacefully at the age of 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.