As a child, I brought home anything and everything that needed a home...much to my mom's chagrin. Now, my dad would always make sure these poor lost ones would get a good home or at the least end up out on the farm my uncle owned.
As an adult, most animals seem to have found me...lol I have gotten calls about a crippled puppy who needed surgery and the owner was going to put him down (my late Harley), a cat who had been badly abused (my late Ripley who was supposed to be a foster and ended up with me for 19 years), my Gracie the Chihuahua who had medical problems, and now Sophie who has had a rough time before coming here to live. The list is so long it would take me two pages to list them all, but somehow they always find our home. I've only purchased two dogs, both for my husband who wanted a certain breed. The rest have been rescue/adoptions. I have also fostered a few along the way until their furever homes were ready for them.
At one point in life, I had at my home 6 dogs, 3 cats, 12 chickens and a sheep or two. Currently down to 2 dogs of ours and one of Gabe's. Almost feels empty around here! lol
