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Gracious. We just got back from the Fifth Annual Interfaith Blessing of the Animals in Long Beach, where we took our beloved Pet Sematary refugee for a spiritual boost. We knew we were really in for something when we almost immediately ran into the pig pictured above, who obviously had no concept of a traditional luau menu main course.
We'd write more, but right now we're suffering from acute Cute Overload. Enjoy the photos.
Very convincing triceratops disguise:
The Reverend Ava, rushing in late and setting up her shrine in a hurry. Probably stayed out too late at The Tantric Dance of Feminine Power last night:
Dogs definitely outnumbered other species. It didn't seem like these guys were going to form an alliance, however:
These dogs had just slurped up copious amounts of holy water out of the cistern. Bonus Los Angeles points for the nail polish-wearing clergy in flip-flops:
We didn't stick around to see what kind of pervs would line up for this sort of thing:
We don't know what happened to Buster Brown; Tige was hanging out with some guy wearing Nikes:
A possum doing what possums do best (alternatively, "An opossum doing what opossums do best"):
Monsignor Sean Flanagan doing his thing:
We could not get a good picture of this lady's orange flowered skirt, as she was showing a little too much interest in our occupied cat carrier:
Contrary to popular belief, all three of the Del Rubio Triplets are alive and kicking. Eadie not shown, as she was chasing a miniature Pinscher:
