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Mary said she’d seen him at the tomb, he waited by the stone.
The gardener said, “I fed him, ’cause he just won’t go home.”
Next day Mary saw the stone was rolled away and she said, “Oh!
Where have they taken him, and by the way, where’s Jericho?”

Where’s Jericho? Right now I’m on the road with Maya. I suppose you could say we’re an unlikely couple. I’m what you’d call a mutt, while Maya is a beautiful Saluki of noble lineage. But we have a story to tell. The story of my best friend, a man named Jesus.

“Jericho looked at him on that cross and wagged his little tail
Now the kind of love a dog has is a love that never fails
It’s kind of like the love of God no matter what you do
A dog looks through the outer shell and loves the inner you.”

Dogs weren’t always man’s best friend. It wasn’t that the dogs didn’t want to be, in fact, there was something about humans that we instinctively liked and dogs have always felt drawn toward man, but many humans were very cruel.