I could use up all my fingers and all my toes to count up all of the animals I had growing up and still need extras to count with. I have loved animals since I was a little girl. I have a picture of me, I can't be older than two or three, walking a "pet" frog on a string. We had dogs, cats, hamsters, birds, fish, rabbits...I can remember my Dad catching chipmunks for us and he once brought home a goose (it didn't stay long)...and no, we never lived on a farm.
It's no wonder that my kids, my little girl especially, love animals.
My husband and I tried giving a dog a go before we had kids...didn't last long...and the story always gets a laugh when told. We tried having a cat and that didn't last long either. It wasn't until Kait's green eyed, creepy, fanged black friend found his way in to our garage (and eventually our hearts) that things just clicked. About a year after that, we went to a local shelter and picked out our (now elderly) brown eyed Macy girl. She was five or six when we brought her home and she has been such a wonderful pet. A year and a half ago, we decided Macy needed a little sister to liven her up and that's when we brought home her spunky, blue eyed companion...also from a shelter...that drives us nuts with her puppy energy.
Our house is full. But, I really wouldn't change it for a minute.
I vacuum, sweep, and wash floors way more than I normally would. But, they add so much more than just extra house work to our family.
Just last week, my Princess finally got her wish and was surprised with this pretty girl:
Meet Latte...my princess is in love...and I am happy to nurture her animal loving spirit.