I called my priest and took all three to church. I left the
Maltese in the car and just took Sugar and Spike
in. The priest began blessing Sugar, while not noticing Spike in my arms. Sugar was bouncing around saying hi to everyone. While Spike lay quiet in my arms. I said, "no Father, she's not the sick one, he is!" He replied, as he got a kick out of her sweetness, "that's o.k. I will bless her also.