So, the two newest members our family! About a month and a half ago, while I was in Germany watching my two nephews, my husband calls to ask if I wanted a kitten. I was initially hesitant. But when someone says to you, "It's been abandoned by its mother and it's too young to take care of itself, so it will die over the weekend if we don't take it home..." you don't really feel like you have a choice! That is how little Parsnip came to live with us. She's now about 10 weeks old and has already destroyed about 4 wires in our house!Then, only two weeks ago, while I was at work, my husband called me again. I guess I should preface this by saying that we have talked for a long time about getting a dog, specifically a black lab. I grew up with one and absolutely loved her! But Glasgow is not really the place to find a black lab in a pound. You usually just find boxers and shelties (fighting dogs... tells you alot about Glasgow!). So when he called to say that he had a 11 month old black lab who was going to be put down unless we took her, again, what can you say?? She had eaten something that required massive abdominal surgery and the previous owner couldn't afford it. So a couple days later, not knowing if this dog was going to survive the surgery and the recover, we took her home stitches and all. So far so good, though she's not fully house trained yet. But Molly doesn't have a mean bone in her body... she could only lick you to death!
So as a warning to all my dear single girlfriends... just be aware that if you marry a vet, this may happen to you too!! :)
P.S. That is our friend Rob who is holding Parsnip. It was his wife, Fiona, who named her. And they have kind of become adoptive godparents to her as they've taken her a couple times that we've been out of town!
