Temple Dogs

My boys.

I can take them to the temple despite the one being a non believer and the other being too young to know his mind. And for the occasion, I can wear a thin tissue sari totally unsuitable for 13 degree weather and be too lazy (or vain--with me that‘s likely too) to cover up in a wrap.

Not only do they follow me around like gentle, well behaved puppies inside the temple, they’ll bring the car around for me, rev the heat way up and try to wrap me in a jacket before I’ve even clipped on my seatbelt.

Which kind of explains the temple visit. Because I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I do know when I need to say thanks.

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