Yesterday I found one of these guys just wandering the neighborhood, not suprisingly he took a liking to me (he might have started to think differently when I bathed him). After some asking around, I found his owners and also discovered he had a very little sister. Both of them were being kept in a dingy shed and separated from their food and water. When asked if I wanted them, I most definitely said yes. How far I have fallen from those days when I said I "hated furry things that pooped" (indeed that was before I met Woody....).
When Woody got home and saw them about all he could say between them licking his face and crawling all over him was "Puppies! Pupppies!!!" Maddy has been a very mature dog about it. Probably because she knows we are going to find these guys good homes . Currently they are reveling in the marvelousness that is beach towels. They have never had something that soft to sleep on. They were sleeping on cold concrete among the garden tools. Sometimes I marvel at people's lack of compassion and responsibility...
