Tux found a new friend tonight. I know I should have left him for his mother to find him. Please don’t hate me. I realize he has a 90% chance of dying in my care. But Suzy has named him “Hopper” and I believe he will have much to teach her. Just as my childhood experiences with death and care had so much to teach me. Plus, Tux destroyed his little home and the chances of Hopper surviving on his own are likely just as slim as in our care. Time will tell.
The rest of this post is primarily for those that do not know as much of my childhood. This ain’t my first rodeo. ;) I was always catching random wild life as a kid and nursing it back to health. I am a bit prideful when I think back at how I really did have an unusually high success rate. Granted, I lost my share of little squirrels, bunnies, and birds. But I also saw many grow into old pets or be set free.

It may have started with my dad. Or maybe it was my step-mom, Lyn. It’s hard to say who is the bigger softie. But it seemed my dad’s house was always crawling with little critters when I was a kid. The most unusual pets we had were several monkeys and raccoons. I know some of my friends find that strange. But, really, it seemed so normal for me as a kid. I remember my dad being really disappointed one time when he found out we lived in a housing zone that would not allow for a domestic Tiger. Yeah, that might have been a little crazy. Although, many of the great danes and St. Bernards may not have been all that different… Anyhow, here’s a little trip down my memory lane. I’m excited to be sharing a little part of my own childhood experience with my sweet girl. I’m glad I have a husband who is tolerant of me and my crazy attempts to have good ideas….. in my head. ;)
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