Someone sent me an email today about a bunch of puppies she and her husband found abandoned on the side of the road. Here's what she said...
"these are the 11 babies we rescued on the side of the road in the middle of no where Saturday following New Years. Tell me what kind of cold heart it takes to do something like that! They must have thought we were the people who had dumped them because they ran out to the road when we came around the curve then ran back into the thicket.....was very cold and they were so hungry.....would have been coyote food that night most likely! "
Seriously, it's like puppies are falling from the sky and into my lap and garage lately. First Regina, then Carlos and now Hootie and the Blow Puppies. Oh yeah, I totally named them that.
It's like God is begging me to adopt a dog. I told that I'm a good Christian girl and good Christian girls do not say no to God. He was all "I didn't know good Christian girls liked to be spanked with riding crops" and I was all "Ssshhh, don't say that out loud...He might hear you" and he was all "I'm pretty sure He can see you too, so He probably already knows" and then I karate chopped him in the face and I'm totally adopting one of those puppies. Or not. Probably the second one.
Ugh, look at the one licking the window. He's licking the window, people!
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