Easter morning, about 1955, my mother feverishly prepared a leg of lamb before herding my sister, our father off to church in our Easter best. Upon return, there was an explosion as my mother entered the kitchen. Our leg of lamb was reduced to a bare bone by a smiling and very happy Siberian Husky. After calm returned, we enjoyed a vegetarian Easter Feast. Our family dog was banished to her native homeland in northern Russia.