Holy Week

Well, it's that time o' year again.  Holy Week, the humans call it, though I sometimes call it Stinky Week. Why this dichotomy of usage in Rosie's family, you ask? Well, you see, the humans go to church at least once every day during Holy Week, which means that I get left home alone a lot. Great and Holy Friday is the worst. Three times they leave me.  THREE TIMES!!! What's a dog to do?
Oh well. It's all worth it on Pascha. :)

Behold, the Bridegroom comes in the midst of the night. Blessed is the servant whom He shall find waiting, and unworthy is the one whom He shall find heedless.  Beware, therefore, O my Soul, not to be overcome by sleep, lest you be given up to death and shut out from the Kingdom.  But raise yourself, crying out, "Holy, Holy, Holy are You our God, through the intercessions of the Heavenly Hosts, Save us."




Love,
Rosie