Last night, as the sun was setting, I took my dog out for a walk. The trail is isolated enough that she can walk off the lead. Toward the end of the trail, a pudgy little SKUNK waddles across the trail not five yards ahead of us. My whole weekend flashed before my eyes. A weekend filled with lingering clouds of sulphur stench and tomato juice baths. That vision gave me an adrenaline rush powerful enough to nab Old Bailey just as she was making her charge. Thank you St. Francis for favors received. (Our dear Saint has a feast day coming up on Thursday. Many localities have a "Blessing of the Beasts" on that day) I have a devotion to St. Francis and I made this doll about three years ago. I thought it was fitting to make the patron saint of animals out of a variety of fibers, including camel, goat and sheep's wool.