Rescued animals make the best pets. They are the most appreciative and grateful--until you bring them home.
Xena was rescued from the shelter, and Mowis was rescued from my mom's shed and a life on the street. This is how they repayed me: ripping the arm of the couch, marking the carpet, shredding my homework, biting my ankle, waking me up at five in the morning, and tearing up the carpet.
Mowis seems to forget he was born under a shed and Xena doesn't realize how close she may have come to euthanasia. She may even have forgotten she came from a shelter where she lived in a crowded cage with three brothers. Her actions would quickly reunite her with the shelter if she had been adopted by anyone else.
Mowis and Xena are brats at times, but I think they are very grateful we adopted them. If nothing else, even if they don't, I feel good knowing I rescued them and gave them a life they could have no other way.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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