Why is it so hard to get the dogs to get off their cushions and go outside at ten o'clock at night when I have the Tallis Scholars playing low; performing timeless and magnificent harmonies unchanged since the fifteenth century, in some cases - on a warm autumn evening - the end of a beautiful, unforgettable day in which a new Pope has been elected, somewhere on the other side of the world?
Why? Because they are sleeping; and because they have no cares; and because the world of men means nothing to them as long as men are not cruel to them.
God's creatures, sleeping peacefully.
Sleep on, beautiful dogs.
God loves you.
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