Eight Angels Came to Me On Eight Nights
Each one told a story****
On the fourth night, the angel showed up dressed as God (everything Italian) with a dog. Good hound, intelligent dog, the angel cooed.
You know what I love about this dog? asked the angel. I let it out, it sits in front of the door looking to get back in.
The dog says to me — Whoever let me out will have to take me in.