Stop the press. Last week I confessed that our Boston Terrier Petey was rejecting Protestant Christianity in favor of Catholicism. We discovered this from the traces of ash on his forehead on Ash Wednesday during Catholic Lent.

But what a difference a week makes. I walked in today, and found him in this pose. There was no yoga DVD playing to explain his body position, no reason for his devout prostration other than, you guessed it: a change of faith. Petey is now a Muslim, and below is a photograph of him praying, facing Mecca.

He needs to work on his form, methinks, but he’s only an 8-month old dog. Okay, click here if you need to see a picture of the real thing.

So, as you can see, religious experimentation continues at our house.

Or is it something else? Is all this “mixing it up” religion-wise genuine, or is Petey setting me up for a discrimination charge? Maybe he’s caught the lawyer ads on daytime TV when he watches with Susanne. I have been coming down on him pretty hard for his obstinate refusal to potty train, after all, and he’s sharp enough to have noticed the other dogs aren’t catching hell. I’m rethinking everything now. His disability (one eye)? He could have stuck his head in Cowboy’s mouth intentionally. His bi-racial heritage (his coat is half black and half white)? Might be nothing more than a template, masking tape, and black hair dye on a white dog. And now? The Tiny Protestant became the Tiny Catholic who has become the Tiny Muslim. Next week I’ll probably find him in dreadlocks, meditating and chanting mantras.

Or maybe I’m just paranoid.

Oy vey,


p.s. No, dogs can’t sue their owners for discrimination.

p.p.s. And your kids can’t sue you for it either. (Thank God)

p.p.p.s. While I have disclosed that I am a Protestant Christian, we live in a neighborhood with a high concentration of Orthodox Jewish families, and they are awesome neighbors. My son is Caucasian, and his girlfriend is Black-Filipino. My sisters-in-law are Swedish and Indian. My husband is West Indian and my ex-father-in-law was Mexican-American. I recently had the privilege of facilitating a multi-faith, multi-racial, and multi-ethnic training session on diversity and inclusion. It rocked. So, rest assured, that when I write these tongue-in-cheek posts, I do it with a light heart lit up with love for all. Petey — and all the rest of y’all — are wonderful to me just the way you are.