Cemetery

I have a family that is pretty funny most of the time.  For my 50th birthday they came up with a Snow Village Halloween tombstone with a buzzard sitting on top of it.  You could personalize it with any of the typical "over the hill" ages.  Well, far be it from me to leave a piece unused, even if it is an insult! In past years I made a cemetery with just the one tombstone.  This year I decided we needed more.  So I bought some balsa wood, and using my handy x-acto knife cut out some different tombstone shapes that I found on the internet.  I painted them gray, then used some of that textured snow on the tops.  I wrote the names of some departed family members on them, including the evil genious beagle we lost last year.  

You may think I am kidding about the evil genious part, but I am really not.  Grover was a rescue dog we got when he was about 3 years old.  He was the sweetest dog in the world unless you got on his bad side.  When you were doing the dishes and loading the dishwasher, he would steal utensils, plastics, and even ceramic plates and cart them off to enjoy in private. Any spoon that was slightly chewed was said to be "Groverized".  If he wanted something off the counter he would try to push something over so he could jump up on it to get closer to the food.  When my daughter brought home a new puppy to live with us, Grover acted pretty cool about the whole thing.  That is until my daughter watched them by one of the holes between our yard and the next door neighbors.  We had put a brick in the hole to keep Grover from making the hole any bigger.  Well, as she watched, Grover moved the brick out of the way, shoved Bear through the hole and started moving the brick back.  They did eventually become best friends, but on Grover's terms.  

Anyway, here is the picture of the cemetery.