tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29650746.post4133006844730205961..comments2007-08-17T16:59:06.414-05:00the_lazymillinerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913468668645542284noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29650746.post-66869159988700537322007-08-17T16:55:00.000-05:002007-08-17T16:55:00.000-05:00What a cutie! You are an angel to keep her safe too. K Q:-)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01983223015773238369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29650746.post-88981995710390720102007-08-16T23:25:00.000-05:002007-08-16T23:25:00.000-05:00Sharon, it turns out she's actually a poodle/Maltese mutt. I did indeed find the owners. I tell the tale tomorrow....the_sewisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913468668645542284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29650746.post-79402065167995960102007-08-16T21:35:00.000-05:002007-08-16T21:35:00.000-05:00She looks a lot like my little Maltese Sophia who is looking a big scruffy at the moment herself. I hope her family is looking frantically for her. Sophia would have shredded those pattern pieces to bits so obviously this little girl's owners aren't sewers. Thanks for bringing her home and loving her so she will be safe until she is found by her humans.Sharonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09987831277077411438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29650746.post-57334412706098601402007-08-16T18:27:00.000-05:002007-08-16T18:27:00.000-05:00Can't tell you how many pets I wound up with over the years because of that kind of thing! Six or seven dogs, one lizard, one snake, and now a cat who rules the house. About ten years ago we had a big red Doberman come through our neighborhood. Our kids were playing baseball in the empty lot next to our house and he just had to join them. Though he seemed afraid of men and hid behind my teenage daughter a lot. (And this was a BIG dog, too!) We wound up keeping him for many years, along with three other mutts, but had to give them up to a shelter when we moved out of state. Absolutely one of the biggest regrets of my life. Nothing like sitting down to dinner and having the drool run out of his mouth while he watched you. Yes, he got a lot of my plates, but he was a great watchdog. He was a big chicken, but looked really scary! The cat we have now was another wanderer, who must have belonged to the people who had this house before us. We've had him for five years now. Never thought of myself as a cat person, but I guess I am now. There is an old saying (Chinese, Japanese??) that it's good luck to adopt a dog that comes to your door. Of course, it may be someone else's as it looks awfully well cared for, so you can't say what the old axiom says then!mamafroghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13215031912797290210noreply@blogger.com