St. Martha Ann

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A True Saint.” In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.

“Saint Martha Ann.”

I’ve heard that before, usually from my mom. It really was not my fault I was by nature a good kid, tried hard, got good grades and aimed to please. My room wasn’t even a mess. I helped my mom with any chore she gave me. I wrote about this last year in the renowned blog post, “St. Martha Ann of the Dishrag. Since St. Martha Ann has already been effected, what can I add to it?

Bear thinks I’m not just a saint, but a miracle worker who can invoke rawhide chews from my very person (back pocket). Dusty is 100% convinced that there is no other worthy human on the planet — with the possible and limited exception of my friend, L. Other dogs over the years regarded me with reverence because at the end of our hunting expeditions there was ALWAYS food even though they never saw me chase it down and kill it.

Having been a saint in my life time, and having such a great understanding of what it entails, it’s nothing to me if people 300 years from now also recognize my beatific sublimity.

5 thoughts on “St. Martha Ann

  1. Our dogs show us NO respect. They know where the treats are, even if they can’t get there without our assistance. However, I do remember my son being convinced i had super powers when he was a kid because I knew when he was sneaking into the kitchen (or anywhere else) even though he was out of sight. It was my then acute hearing … and knowing in a house with a kid, dogs, and cats, silence means trouble!

    • I had a Siamese cat ages ago who was very like a dog — she was the best of both species. She liked to go in the car with me to the store, she protected me from my evil-ex husband. She was a wonderful friend. The closest I’ve found in the animal community to her has been Siberian huskies. Generally, though, cats let us love them. 😉

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