Before Ziggy went to boot camp, he used to come up to me every day and ask to pray. He would put his paws up on my leg and look at me like this:
"Mom, it's prayer time!"
And then I would say, "Again Ziggy? Really?" And he would keep looking at me until I relented. So finally I would say "okay Ziggy, let's pray". I'd clasp my hands together, and bow my head, and he would do this:
"Dear God, please bring me noms."
And Ziggy would pray for food, while I prayed for him to get adopted. Somehow he ended up with a treat after each of these prayers... which probably explains why he became the most religious dog I have ever met.