Pets

On Independence Day, we brought home a pair of kittens from our local PetSmart: Shadow (a small, black, short haired female) and Cricket (a slightly larger black and white short haired female).  We got them from PetSmart because they don't sell dogs and cats: they host them from local humane societies.  So, our kitties are rescue kitties.  They've done me a world of good, and both kids just adore the kittens (and that sentiment is very much mutual).

Two months ago, my mother rescued a Scotty terrier (blooded & papered) from a breeder.  The breeder said she was too old--eight years, and her last few litters hadn't survived.  Well, that little dog actually turned out to be pregnant.  And now, my mom has (as of this morning) a fat Sumo Beagle, two adult Scotties (the female, and her mate, also papered), and three Scotty puppies. 

Assuming the puppies survive puppy-hood, we'll probably have a puppy in a couple more months. 

No, I haven't told the imp, yet.  I don't want him either agitating to go up to Granny's house every day, or getting his hopes up, just in case the puppies don't make it. 

Otherwise, we'll start haunting PetSmart on Saturday mornings, when they bring in the dogs, in search of the right fit for our family.