I repeat, we are NOT keepin' him!

Have I ever mentioned our knack for accidentally finding/enticing strays?

The excuse, "It just jumped in my car!" never really held any credence with Big Shooter. That was until one very rainy night he saw they really do just jump in our vehicles. Albeit, the door was opened for that particular dog. But, still. It jumped into my car.

And now it/she lives happily ever after with a certain Indy Car Racing Fan I know.

We have had a whole parade of strays through the years. There was the hugely prego Miss Kitty. An injured opossum. A giant lake clam named Shelly (a story unto itself for another time). A certain gentle giant named Jack. A sweet, little, black dog that Big Shooter actually wanted to keep...the list goes on and on.

And now? Well, now we taken in...

teeny, tiny, precious Buttercup. And we are NOT keepin' him.

Buttercup is a boy. He just doesn't know it.

By the way, that's Girl Child's shoe. Not Big Shooter's. I didn't want you to miss the point that he is teeny, tiny and very helpless. And we're NOT keepin' him..


Even though he's made himself at home.

Right at home.

We're NOT keepin' him.