Critters, and a New One Moving In

This is Scottie. He found the doors open to this cabinet and decided to climb in among all my books and papers. I definitely need to clean out this cabinet, as you can see. This is where I keep most of my cookbooks and recipes. There are also some phone books, a Road Atlas, and the church directory.  Sometimes I'll find  a recipe in a magazine or in the newspaper and I'll cut it out and it gets tossed in there. Chances are I may never make it. With the computer now and being able to find about any recipe you can imagine, it makes having cookbooks about obsolete, but some people love their cookbooks. I even have a favorite. It's the Pillsbury cookbook. Everything I've ever made from it has been good.

This is Rusty who is soon going to be a member of our family. I picked him out at the Animal Shelter. I thought for sure someone would come in and claim him but they haven't yet. They give owners 5 days to claim them. He is so sweet and loving. He was brought in wearing a nice collar and he's a very clean dog and well behaved, so I'm sure he had an owner somewhere out there. However he is supposed to be neutered tomorrow and then I'll be able to pick him up on Friday. He loves other people and other dogs, but I don't know how he will be with cats. We'll find out when I get him home! I went over yesterday and took him some Chicken McNuggets and I took him for a walk. He ate very gently and delicately. When I was filling out a bunch of paperwork he kept putting his front paws on my legs so finally I just picked him up and sit him in my lap where he was perfectly content. I can't imagine that there isn't someone out there looking for this little guy. Then again, the shelter is full of animals that are so pretty, sweet, and loving. It's a shame that many of them will not be adopted. The Humane Society does go in and takes a lot of them out and transports them to larger towns with larger Humane Societies, so that a lot more get adopted and don't get put down. 

I am calling this one Rusty because of his color. I have no idea how old he is, but maybe a vet can tell me. I'm sure it'll take awhile for him to get used to being called Rusty! When I first saw him and I took him outside on a leash and walked him around, and then I picked him up and he didn't complain at all about that, and then I sit him back down and I asked him if he knew what "Sit" meant. He immediately put his paws on my legs and looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and I said, "I'll take him!".