Last night’s dinner started out something like this . . .
"Jess, we have three dogs . . ." Needless to say I had just arrived at a restaurant where Adam and I were having dinner with new friends . . . who didn’t know, until then, just how nuts we were.
This has been the week of the strays. Most people know of the five animals we have, four are strays. The cat’s mom wandered up on our front door step, and next thing we knew we were caring for a pregnant cat. Her (and the kittens) arrival was fortuitous as our elderly cat had just died. Foley was actually adopted, purposefully, from the pound, and Jake, well, you can check out his story here.
Apparently, I’m a softie. This Saturday was our neighborhood’s annual Yard Sale. I was just walking down the block to visit with my neighbors, when I see them walking down the street with a dog neither of them own . . .
Welcome Bucky:
So he’s off to the West LA Animal Shelter. The owner eventually showed up, but couldn’t afford to get his dog out of impound. So, somehow, I’m fostering him until he’s adopted.
But back to dog #3.
It turns out that when Adam came home last night to feed the five pets we already have, he encountered a wondering dog at our front door. Somehow the dog got taken in and was in our backyard when I finally got home at ten. Although, I dreamt about the dog last night, she’s ’safely’ ensconsed at the dog pound.
So both "Bucky," and this cute girl dog are tucked away, ready for adoption.
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