|Image from E-bay Auction|
Last Saturday, the My First Christmas Story scene met a tragic end. Dave and I went to Manhattan to the KSU/ISU football game and returned home late - thanks to a faulty speed sensor which would not allow the transmission to shift, which meant we drove 120 miles at a max of 40 mph, but that's another story - to find that the stable and it's inhabitants had been chewed to bits (literally) by Gabby the Big Red Idiot Dog. Below is all that remains - a lone Wise Man and the baby Jesus in a roofless, slightly gnawed stable. Somewhere in a box in the basement is a very grateful lamb who got separated from the others during the move and so avoided the massacre.
Though we are long past the need for our kids to have a plastic nativity, I still loved it for the sentimental value and hoped that grandkids would play with it some day. The stable can be repaired so, just out of curiosity, I searched E-bay for replacement figurines. The only full set I found was going for $76! So I guess it is not to be. But I think I will continue to display the sad little Wise Man and the baby Jesus as a monument to . . . Well, I'm not sure to what - I suppose to having your pets spayed or neutered to avoid more Big Red Idiot Dogs.