Holy Rescue

Haroo, everypup. Dunkin reporting again. Last post, I told you I was going to church and I thought you'd like to hear what it was like. It was Volunteer Sunday at the church where Foster Grandpup & Grandmom attend. They all share together their volunteer experiences with each other and learn about different ways to help others. Grandpup suggested that Foster Mom & I come to tell everyone about volunteering with a dog rescue. We had lots of fun. All the kids gave me loads of belly rubs and ear scratches and all the big bipeds said that I was handsome and well behaved. In fact, Pastor Beck said that I was well behaved enough that I could attend the service with mom. We sat in the back near the end of the pews, just in case. On the other end of the aisle was an older man who looked like he needed a cuddle. So, I went over to him and leaned against his knee and let him scratch my head. Grandpup said that was a really nice thing for me to do. It was a very nice way to spend a Sunday morning.