Our puppies are leaving for new homes.
The older unnamed child asked when we were going to baptise them. The unnamed woman had to explain that even though we think of them as members of the family, animals don’t get baptised.
The younger unnamed child is still intent on sending them on their way properly catechised. Teaching it the etiquette of veneration, she was sitting on the sofa with one of them over the weekend crossing it and telling it, “The Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit, bow”and pushing it’s nose down slightly. The puppy didn’t seem to mind, though if you ask me, it was really just going through the motions.