Sunday mornings are a leisurely time in many households, but they certainly weren't in my home. Church services began at eight thirty in the morning. Mom was one of the Choir, and Dad was the Minister so we have to be there early. That meant me and my brother had to be washed and dressed with our hair neatly combed by the time Mom and Dad left the house. As you'd expect, there was a lot of hurrying around to make sure everyone was ready on time. That was trouble enough, because I had another problem on my hands, my dog King.
