Lovey. . .

Orange Cat. . .What Orange Cat?

A Rescue of Sorts. . .

Look what we found walking all over a four-lane intersection on our way home from the grocery store today.
Yep. We loaded it up into SuperDad's truck (he took mine to work to save gas), brought the beast home and gave it food and water, which it wasn't interested in. That's good, it wasn't starving. I called the sheriff's office since the animal control is only open 3 days a week (???!) and said I had a dog. "A big white one?," they say. I felt like they were looking in on my life for a moment. Anywho, sorted it out, and they know where the dog lives, but it's people aren't home. The sheriff's office is suppose to call me when they contact the dog's peeps. I can't even tell if this dog is male or female, it's so stinking hairy. It has a beautiful pink collar on and lifts its leg to pee. You tell me.

Meanwhile, the kiddos are having fun with the big bundle of slobber. If I could get away with it and had clippers, I'd shave the pup. I can't imagine how hot it must be under all that hair. We could probably spin it and sell it at the Farmer's Market next week. :)





Have a great weekend, all!

UPDATE: Buddy, the 3 year-old Great Pyrenees, is home safe and sound with his family. Turns out, his family went away for the night and assumed he'd be fine. In all likelyhood, he would have been, had we not had some thunderstorms yesterday evening. Buddy is petrified of thumnderstorms and somehow escaped his fenced in yard, while his 3 schnauzer counterparts did not. He lives less than half a mile where he was found, in the intersection. I'm guessing he was just looking for his family after he freaked out during the storm. Thankfully, the family will be moving north to Culpeper to a 20 acre chunk of land. I'll pray he stays there and doesn't leave in a frenzy from a thunderstorm. Long live Buddy.

Today. . .

Was a perfect day for a picnic. . .

and picnic rejects. . .

If it was up to them, they'd tell you how abused they are, that no one ever pets them. Yeah, right. If it was that bad, you think they'd run away. It ain't so bad here. Really.

:)

Hobbes. . .

I haven't decided if this particular cat is smart or stupid. He's bee sleeping in odd, lumpy places lately, and he has me wondering if he's just trying to blend in with the surroundings so our kids don't bug him as much or what.

I was cutting up old blue jeans for a rag quilt in the basement this morning when I find Sir Hobbes here. I could have thrown a vcr or something like that on him and never known he was in there. Keep in mind, this is a big can.

Smart or stupid?

SuperMom

We had to get Old Yeller fixed up. . .

Our remaining Lab, Saxton, had to go into the vets this morning for surgery. He had a couple of cysts we knew about removed from his left side and right paw, and one removed from his left shoulder that we didn't know about. He's home resting comfortably now. The 'Ol Fart is 11 (I think), and we're lucky to have him every day we do.

Now. If he just didn't look like Franken-Saxton. . .

Sweet Dreams, buddy,

SuperMom