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  Gods with Wet Noses 

  Feb 28, 2016

  I do not know much about gods, but I think that my dog is a small, black god.

  Faithful with a wet nose she prods me in the mornings, looking for a scratch and some scraps of food, to take a walk in the sensual heaven that is the out of doors. “A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world,” Mary Oliver suggests, “but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing.” I can scarcely imagine a better spiritual discipline than learning from my dog, and each day I try to learn something of her world. She has proven a patient instructor. 

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  Tags: dogs, gods, religion, pets

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