Over the last several years, I've gotten out of the habit of saying the rosary. I'm trying to get back into the habit. For the last two weeks, I've been saying them daily. I didn't think a whole lot of it when the first rosary I used fell apart into three pieces. Hey, it happens. Then I started using a single decade type of rosary. Well, that fell apart, too. I finally bought a new rosary last weekend. Well, I was saying it outside today when Rigby (pictured in photo) decided to jump on me. He broke off the crucifix and the three beads above. I checked the grass everywhere and can't find them. I'm not the superstitious type, but I'm starting to get paranoid. That's three broken rosaries in less than two weeks. Maybe God is trying to tell me something.