Another Mouth To Feed...
I swear, I must have the word 'Sucker' tattooed on my forehead. On a family outing to the park/beach today we managed to pick up yet another bloody stray, this time it's a young Male retriever, dripping wet and giving off that oh-so-appealing 'wet dog' smell, his fur all matted and ribs clearly visible even through his long coat which was covered in grease. Well, we put 'the poor thing' in the car and brought him home, i've rung around the radio stations and the pound, and of course no one has reported him missing... in the meantime my daughters have bathed, fed, brushed and named him (Sandy)... so it looks like we've just adopted another pet. Urgh!
We're still waiting for our last adopted pet, the cat from 3 doors down who's decided we're nicer than her owners, to drop her kittens... she's due any day now and looks like she swallowed a football... and we don't even feed her, so it's not like we encourage it!! She goes home to eat then comes straight back here!
Now i understand why my mother went grey at 30... my brother and i used to bring strays home all the time as kids and mum would tell us to let them go... so of course we'd turn on the waterworks and get to keep them, lol. It seems that payback really is a bitch! Thanks heaps Karma!