It seemed logical, then, to get another dog. Sebastian could help train the new rectory employee and perhaps the new dog could give Sebastian some re-invigorated life and companionship in his twilight years.
A kind parishioner helped me to find Chester, named after G. K. Chesterton. The two dogs got along gangbusters. Chester adores Sebastian and Sebastian has really taken Chester under his wing so to speak. It was a good move. Having two dogs is much trickier than I imagined it would be but things have been working out well under the circumstances.
THEN:
Skip ahead a year. Sebastian is almost 13. We go to the vet:
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Awesome!
Chester has a ways to go to achieve Sebastian's level of rectory dog excellence, but he is getting better all the time! And he is very smart and charming, and a good boy. I have to say, though, that Sebastian is almost saintly - he is so gentle and patient. What a sweet natured boy!
God, my good St. Francis, and St. Roch (patron saint of dogs) bless the rectory dogs!
Sue, OFS
Why can't your dogs catch a frisbee?
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