Sometimes I pick and sing this song to my wife.
She just grins like the cat that ate the canary.
A few Christmases ago, I gave her a solid golden Star like a Medal for going far beyond normal duty hanging with my butt.
There are sheep, and then there are doers, truth tellers, messengers of things the sheep do not want to hear.
Told her once, when she prays at night, she should say a prayer for Mary Magellan as she should be able to sympathize with her.
Hanging with Jesus the Christ was not for anything but a real woman.
The Ole Dog!