Some Easter Wisdom from my pal, Mareike (she of the 3 Airedales in Los Angeles):
I realized today that my religion is Airedalean. I sing Hallelujah to the "King of (umm) Terriers, Lord of (well) everything" Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!!!!
I worship at the altar (not necessarily altered) of the fuzzy black and tan.
My communion consists of ingesting anything with stray hair of(the body) and happily imbibing any Airedale sampled beverage (the blood).
Yes, I am at the mercy of my saviours and only hope that I can achieve in this life that which would allow me entrance to the kingdom; the only "Heaven" I can imagine. Eternal Airedaledom.