SPCA Saturday!

Saturday was an exciting day, as it always is. But word has apparently gotten out about how my ma ape is such a strumpet because before she could get to the SPCA to see the dogs, a dog found HER! We were walking home from the field and ran into this dude:

You can't tell from the photo but this guy was a CHUNK. He was wandering in our neighborhood so we brought him home and gave him water (and MY SNACKS) and then animal control came to take him to hold him for his owner to come reclaim him. My ma ape kind of hopes that maybe he will find a new home because he looked like he had been living outside and was not getting enough exercise. He was totes nice, though, and was really sweet to the police officer who helped us (Thanks Cop-er!).

But even though my ma ape ALREADY slutted around with another dog she STILL went to the SPCA.

Here's Buddy, a shepherd mix who is friendly and likes to play and kiss my ma ape's face.


Girl has been at the SPCA for a long time and just got healthy enough to move to the adoption side. It looks like someone cropped her ears with scissors (and probably needs to have their bits cut off with scissors). She is really nice in spite of having lived with major jerks.

This is Molly (not Wally) and this picture pretty much sums up her personality. She's goofy and likes to walk and play and get bum rubs. She is awfully fond of snacks.

This Aries who was in rough shape when he came into the SPCA. He has sores all over his head and chest but doesn't let it hold him back. He loves people and LOVES to play with toys.


Flora (aka Flo) looks like a pit/chihuahua mix and she just loves peeps and wags her whole body if you pay attention to her. She likes snacks and bum rubs.

And Big Red (aka Oscar but not our Oscar) is STILL THERE? What is going on??? He is still totally awesome.

These dogs could ALL BE YOURS. Or even just one of them. Visit the SPCA.

P.S. Congrats to Rousseau who is now living with my friends over at Tracing Lucky Skies. Our Oscar stayed in the TLS Hotel for a few nights and learned how to play before moving into our house. You picked a great home, Rousseau!