So Monday nights = Family Home Evening (FHE) in Mormondom. We usually start FHE with a rousing rendition of "The Family Home Evening Song" (it probably has a better name). And Wilson, our dog, always comes and joins us. Always (as long as he is inside). He's been doing this for months and months now. He'll come running down the stairs (okay, the word running might be a stretch for our old, fat dog), or wherever he is, to our family room. And not only does he greet us with his presence, he also sings:
Ha! And, yes, I know he has a better voice than me. . .