Baptism

This is a ridiculous post to recount a ridiculous event that could possibly be the highlight of our service to date. Saturday, on St. Valentine’s Day, our little Pasa was baptized. A (more or less) Catholic ceremony was performed so that we will no longer live in fear that our little mutt, or “eat when there is” as non-purebreds are called here, will hang in the eternal limbo of purgatory should the unthinkable happen. This might sound sacrilegious, and really I would have thought so too, except that this was instigated entirely by Catholic Nicaraguans who insisted that our site mate Jordan, Pasa’s now official Godmother, throw her a proper baptism. The neighbors brought the holy water and some tasty Nica baptismal food, and like the good Gringos that we are, we brought the beer and in honor of the baptized, rum raisin ice cream. In addition to the traditional sprinkling of water on the forehead, Pasa’s reproductive organs were repeatedly blessed to be barren (see photo). During the ceremony, Pasa was an absolute angel, for which she will be handsomely reward with a trip the doggy sterilization clinic to get a little insurance on her blessing of infertility.