Even though Faithful Reader Laurie TOTALLY COCKBLOCKED me, Ima show you my dog nativity scene.
And see? If you do not read the comments and/or you are not on Pie on the Face–the Facebook group for people who do not waste enough time reading this blog, but who must ignore their loved ones EVEN MORE by going on Facebook and discussing this blog ad nauseum–you are all, "?"
Okay, so, somehow in the comments yesterday afternoon I mentioned that I have a dog nativity set, which is not my fault. My mother sent it to me. I said, "Fortunately for me, Edsel ate the baby Beagle Jesus, so the set is incomplete."
For some reason, the other commentors became obsessed with the idea of my dog nativity, and much Googling commenced, and next thing you know old Jed's a millionaire and friend-in-real-life Laurie wrote, "I PUT A PICTURE OF THE DOG NATIVITY SCENE ON PIE ON THE FACE!"
I was all set to BLOG about my dog nativity scene, LAURIE, once I realized this was an interesting topic. Because in case you hadn't noticed, LAURIE, I post every day and if I realize I have something to, oh I don't know, TALK ABOUT, it's kind of exciting for me.
So THANKS, LAURIE, for gettin' all on Pie on the Face and showing the dog nativity and letting everyone see it ahead of time so now I will show it and most of you will all be, yeah. We already saw that. Laurie showed it to us last night.
If the baby Beagle Jesus were still with us and not in Edsel's gullet, he would be extremely disappointed in you. You sadden baby Beagle Jesus. Who may be a baby yellow Lab but whatever.
And mom, when you leave a comment telling me I am blasphemous, remember YOU are the one who sent me the tasteful dog nativity. That's all I have to say about that.
So anyway, it turns out Edsel has eaten a lot more of the first Noel than I had thought. He gnawed Dalmatian Virgin Mary, and the Cocker spaniel angel. Looks like Laurie will not be alone in the fiery pits of eternity.
I like how they gave Joseph room for his ears to pop out of his cap.
Also, it may have been good that Edsel was born now and not, say, 2,000 years ago anywhere near a manger.