Olivia is very determined to play “Pastor.”
Yesterday it was warm enough to go outside, so when Olivia found mud puddle I was so elated to be in the sun I didn’t care if it meant an extra bath. Liv found many uses for the puddle. She painted the trashcan, she painted my car. She painted her shoes and herself.
Then she filled up a little bowl from her toy kitchen with watery mud and offered it to Sherman saying, “Take, Sherman. This is the true blood of Christ!”
How do you break the news that girls can’t be giving communion to dogs? It’s just not theologically sound. ;)
LOL! Have you ever read *Gilead* by Marilynn Robinson? It reminds me of where he recollects baptizing the neighborhood kittens. They were lucky he wasn’t an immersionist. But somehow baptizing cats seems less sacreligious–perhaps because it’s not ingested?
But somehow baptizing cats seems less sacreligious–perhaps because it’s not ingested?
Or because one isn’t changing the elements, I’m not sure Christ wants His blood to be made out of mud.
HA HA HA HA!!!
what did sherman do?
He did what he always does. Stands there dutifully then looks at me for permission to walk away. Poor dog.
*LOL*