Warning: Interaction may be hazardous to your sanity

Some people really should have a warning sign on them. For example, the old witch at the Humane Society. We went back on Monday to look at Bernie the St. Bernard. We brought Casey to see if they'd get along. They did, by the way. Beautifully. Bernie wanted to play, Casey wanted to sniff the whole yard and let all other dogs know that he had been there. But for the most part Casey ignored him. There was no aggression, not that I expected any. Puppies are generally pretty trusting, and Casey's never met a dog he didn't like. So, we put in an application for him.

I was a bit concerned that they would deny us based on us surrendering Baxter. I explained in great detail the circumstances surrounding the surrender. In the end, though, that didn't matter. I called later in the day and was told that she wouldn't give him to us because...get this...we live in the city. She wants him to go to someone on a country lot with "lots of room for him." I had done extensive research, as I do with most things. I had found out that since St. Bernards aren't overly active indoors, they will do fine in even an apartment with a small yard. This is providing that their owners take them for long walks at LEAST 2-3 times a week. Basically, by looking for a country home, this idiot at the Humane Society is looking for someone who will stick him outside and figure that's enough exercise for him. They won't walk him and he will end up with severe health problems. Not to mention that he is sitting at the Humane Society getting older. He's not being housebroken or socialized. He's sitting in his own filth on concrete being "cared for" by a complete idiot, a few people without personalities, and possibly 1 or 2 volunteers with a brain. Unfortunately, I believe at least one of those brains works primarily in the cat room.

So, yeah. No dog for us. I have no desire to look for another one right now. Someday I will be able to get my dream dog. Until then, we will have our 1 dog and 2 cats. Yep, 2 cats. After we found out that we couldn't get Bernie, Sam and I went in search of a kitten. Since I will not be getting an animal from the Humane Society run by the moron, we went to Petco and PetSmart, where some local rescues have cats. We didn't really find any that appealed to us there, but we did get the number of a vet clinic that had a little black kitten. Her (cat) mom had abandoned her and her brother when they were born and she has been hand raised and bottle fed since she was a day old. She's a sweetheart. We filled out the application and the girl who raised her (Tiffany) said she'd call our vet in the morning to make sure our pets are up to date on their shots and stuff and then if we wanted her the next day we could have her.

We got a call yesterday and were told we could have her if we wanted. I checked with Sam to make sure she was 100% sure this was the kitten she wanted. She said yes, so we went to get her. Emmie now resides in the big dog crate in our living room. She's not a big fan of Casey. Shasta doesn't like her. At all. She avoids the living room and if she does decide to come in here, she stands at the doorway and hisses, growls, and screams. I really hope that gets better.

Now I'm trying to decide if I want to explore the option of getting a second kitten. Sam's being kind of bratty, not letting Tevin do anything with "HER kitten". Maybe if we got a second kitten then a) they would play together and leave Shasta alone once we release them from the cage and b) Tevin and Cadence could have "their" kitten. We'll see. Another rescue finally called me back yesterday while we were gone getting Emmie. Maybe I'll call her back and see if she has any tiny kittens. Preferrably not black. It's hard to see the little stinker when she's hiding.