This week my mom was in town to help take care of family after Wenard’s passing. Coincidentally, she brought her new dog with her — Dixie, and our church was having a blessing of animals to honor St. Francis.
I got my crazy love for animals from my mother, who needed a light-hearted break this week during the otherwise stressful visit. So, we drove over one early evening to join a handful of other folks with their dogs and cats on the church lawn. The reverend was ready with holy water, a Bible and sermon, and poop bags.
I’m not sure Nelson could look more guilty or uncomfortable in this photo, which cracks me up. Little devil.