Recently I’ve been engaging in “Christian bashing”, horrible really. Unpleasant, you know like hitting a poor dog that can never learn…I had a dog like that once…poor Candy. She was 2 years old when I got her from the Stokenchurch rescue place. I picked her because she was the saddest looking one in there. As you’ve probably guessed, this was a big mistake. She had been badly mistreated by a previous owner. It didn’t matter what I / we did, nothing could get through to her. She ate the house, and then xxxx over everything for desert. I tried everything imaginable to teach her to not do that for 6 months. In the end I had no choice but to take her back to the home. I hysterically cried with her, desperately hugging her for as long as the home would allow…..I looked into her eyes from my tear soaked face, and told her that I loved her, and that I was desperately sorry for letting her go. Fast forward quite a few years, a good female friend of mine, Juliette, “acquired” a tiny puppy that had been abandoned on the street in a carboard box…Juliette was desperate to own this puppy. As soon as I saw her, I thought how much she reminded me of Candy…I looked and looked, and “felt”…I told my friend that I couldn’t believe how much she reminded me of my old dog Candy. As “Bronty” grew, she became identical looking to my Candy. I even called her Candy and “Bronty” had no problem being called Bronty from Juliette and Candy by me. Bronty and me got on superbly, whenever I would see her, a total inner joy would fill me, and she always responded the same…..