Yes, it's a dawg!

Congratulations to annie for correctly identifying the species of animal! ~And you thought this was so hard.~ The German shepherd belonged to my mom when she was young. What is remarkable to me is that the ceramic figure is not chipped anywhere. Practically every unique ceramic or glass item that I inherited from Mom has a chip or a crack. A floral-painted vase, a red glass bird, a cut-glass punch bowl--they have all been glued back together rather than just discarded. But not the dawg. Woof!

Today being Easter, our church had two worship services (and no Sunday school) with a logistically dysfunctional breakfast in between. All seven hundred participants had to wait in line to pass one at a time by the serving window! Still, I guess everyone did get a chance to eat some fresh-cooked pancakes and bacon. We all smelled like pancake syrup for the second service. The handbell choir played in both services and had to contend with the wind. Oh, didn't I mention that the services were held outside under a pavillion? That first service was pretty nippy, I'll tell you. I kept my handbell gloves on just to retain some warmth.

The Cat's sister was in town, so the two of them got to laugh plenty as they were planning a family reunion in June. Their mother's side of the family is a pretty entertaining lot: nine siblings who range from archly wry to exasperatingly naive. The games ought to be a hoot. Cat and her sister plan to wear Depends so as not to worry about peeing themslves. Or at least that is the joke of the moment.

Well, this "watzat" was pretty easy. I will have to post something harder tomorrow. Spent about an hour yesterday taking photos and working them over in a graphics program. There are some doozies lined up now.