My daughter begged to keep the malnourished, undersized almost-feral kitten that had been found under a car in a rural area. Of course, we did. After her rough start, that kitten tok over our hearts. Lucy is now eight years old and rules the roost.
Six years later my daughter slipped a tiny, frightened, skinny dog from the shelter into the house, begging to keep him. Again, we did. Rodney is just three and has been with us for two years. From the first day he's been a joy and the best mannered little guy. He'd been found wandering a downtown metro area in below-freezing temps, hungry and frostbitten. Even so, he loves everyone and is incredibly sweet and fun.
I can't imagine our home without these two!
Woodbury, MN
