something from the dog. The morning rescue was a teeny tiny baby rat. So
cute. Cuter than cute! Mary has that. If they decide it's not going to work
out, I'll probably take him back. I would like to see him big enough to be
able to be let go. Poor little thing.
The afternoon rescue was a bird, so far unidentified. It seems to have a
gimpy wing. It couldn't fly, anyway. I took that to my grandma and she is
going to call the bird lady today.