I think the local animals have all marked my mailbox and tree with big urinary indicators that flash "Safe house! Safe house!"
Look who was waiting for us at the mailbox when we stepped out today.
Pardon the crappy pictures. They were a bit squirmy.
Surely these sweet little Maltese girls are missed. We've canvassed the neighborhood with no takers yet, but I'm hoping their people are just at work. The girls' feet are dirty, they were hungry and thirsty, and the little one is thin and matted. I'm printing fliers as I type.
Wish them luck!