Memorial Day

I promised the kids we would get out and do one last search mission for Yuki, targeting some of the neighbor's yards. We walked up and down 160th and Prairie Night and found a few other cats, but no Yuki. It started to rain so we headed back home. Shortly after, Remy comes running saying , Mommy, there is a puppy at the back door that wants to come in. I though to myself, well, let's go and take a look at Remy's imaginary puppy but there he was, little guy, all wet from the rain and dirty from the mud. He had a collar so I figured he wandered off in the rain and got lost . We took him in and gave him a bath and later took him to the Derksen's house for a Memorial Day cookout. He was such a sweetheart, we all fell for him hard pretty quickly, even Ree, even though he probably won't admit to it ;) I started calling him Sammy (you can only call a puppy a "puppy" for so long before he needs a name) and it stuck. On Tuesday Babo and I went out and put signs out at Stella and Country Boy and on a couple of telephone posts nearby that we found a puppy, both hoping no one would really call and we would get to keep him. Adrianne wasn't sure about Sammy at first and growled at him, but it didn't take long for her to appreciate her little buddy. He has no fear whatsoever and likes to play with her and play rough. I know he is a mutt, probably has some Shar Pei in him judging by the nose, and some shephard considering his markings and furcoat, but you just could not find a sweeter pup.