Hi! I'm Janet, I'm happily married,a mother of 3 daughters, and grandmother of 2 grandsons. I love crazy quilts, old and new. I've lived here in River City/Happy Valley all my life. I think it's the one of the prettiest places on earth.
This is Dexter. He's a 6 year old French Bulldog that we "rescued" from our local humane society. I put rescued in quotes, because I don't think there was much of a chance of him languishing at the kennel for long. He was a pretty popular guy, so we had to make a snap decision about bringing him into our family.
I had gone in just to donate our leftover food from Jaxon, and they asked if we'd like to see the dogs while we were there. I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not, but thought it might be a good way to start to wrap my mind around the possibility of getting another dog. About 1/2 way down the first aisle, there was Dexter. He'd been relinquished by his only family because their new baby was allergic. He barked at Michaela and I, but just quietly. Every other dog in the place was making quite a racket. We asked to take him outside for a short walk, and he seemed calm and unafraid. So we read his file. He'd been brought in on my birthday (talk about a sign from the universe) and had been there 4 days. When Paul got home, I dragged him back with me, and we came home with Dexter.
And here's Michaela's baby rat, Skeever. She will stretch out on Michaela's arm and fall asleep. She loves to run around on Michaela's shoulders, but will also dive down into her cleavage. It's especially funny to see either a little rat's tale sticking out of there, or a furry little nose.