Looking around for Ole Blue. "Here, Blue, here, Blooooooooooooooooooooooooo! There you are, sweetie, hiding under the porch. I was sure you'd be safe. Here, I brought you some blueberry and raspberry Danish and a quart of milk! We didn't forget you. We just couldn't get here but you were in all our hearts. There, there. Good doggie. (rubbing Ole Blue's back with a warm towel) Just lie here on the hammock with me and get some sleep. I'll stay as long as you want me to. Pretty soon the others will be here and they'll be bringing some food, too. Turkey and dressing and gravy, you say? Well, I'll see if Verna will bring some from her freezer and we'll let the others decide what they want to bring to feed you.
Don't wag your tail so hard, Sweetie. It's hitting me in the face with all that mud on it. Oh, go ahead. It's ok. I can always have my jacket and pants dry cleaned,rather than putting all that doggie stuff in my washer/dryer where it would clog up all the lines. Ahh, nice doggie. I didn't know you snored so loudly. But that's ok. It's a contented snore, not like John's snore which sounds like a box car of pigs sobbing all the way to the Jimmy Dean Sausage Factory in Kansas City. I'll just slip out here so you won't notice. Nice doggy, good doggy.........
"Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee,
'How great Thou art, how great Thou art..."