Who's Running The Show?

Honey has a client who is moving and can't take their dog with them. So sad, when I heard him talking on his phone he said he would have to run it by me first. My first question? What is it a dog or a cat? It's a dog. It's a pitbull (yikes where I'm from in Ft. Lauderdale it's illegal to even own one). Still, Honey said it was the sweetest thing, fixed and up on all it's shots. We actually considered it until 5:00 am this morning when I tried to go back to bed after being up sick all night. My reason? We just can't fit another dog in the bed. Not to mention the delicate or sometimes not so balanced household we have going on already. My beagle is a sweetie and likes to be a big baby, our doberman is missing a few crayons from the box. He is however a sweetie too, if you can get pass him. My middle sister can actually walk right into our house when she visits from GA and our dogs don't make a fuss or even bark. My Mom loves her grandkids but they love her just a little too much and almost knock her down before climbing into her lap at the same time, she'd probably never come over again if we got a pit bull. My vote? A new little baby fluffy kitty for Babyfred to make into her protege. Then it would be 2 and 2 and 2 of us.

Seriously, we are suckers for animals. With the upcoming surgery, I wouldn't be able to train or watch them 24/7. We just got a new sofa and club chair. I promptly covered our couch with a sofa cover and an old bedspread. Company coming no problem, just whip them off. So we just amuse (torture) ourselves with all the homeless animals we can't take home. Who knew you could fit all three animals and me on a sofa? That's where we have been all day, they were nursing mommy back to health. Love'em to pieces.