Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Say hello to KinderSurprise and FerreroRoché. I get to meet them and their brothers on Saturday.
Can someone please tell me what I'm thinking?
Who goes to 'meet' puppies and then returns home empty handed? What are the odds? I suppose I should mention that Mr.A and the kidlets will be with me. That's Mr.A, the guy who has nary a maternal bone in his body but still talks baby talk to The Skittish White Dog.
What kind of person sits at home late into the evening and searches the Internet for poor, destitute, homeless puppies?
I've really backed myself into a potty-breaks-every-three-hours kind of corner.
The little ladies pictured above are from a mom who was rescued with 96 other dogs from a defunct sledding camp in Québec. The 97 dogs quickly became many more as 30 of them were 'in a family way'. The dogs have been fostered out to shelters and rescue organizations throughout the area.
The empathetic side of me says, 'How can we NOT rescue one of these poor things?' The practical side of me says, 'Woman, WHAT are you THINKING?!'
Excuse me while I go try to resolve myself. ~sigh~