This morning I named it: We are holding in trust at out home on Russell Street "Our Menagerie of Misfits." The animals that have come to us through various avenues. Denny the dog was brought in as company for Piper the dog who had moved from the wide open country to a fenced back yard. Piper was losing herself back there in the yard by herself for much of the day, so Denny to the rescue. Denny himself had been being held in trust, having been rescued off the road as a puppy, so it was a perfect complement and solution to our Piper problem. Then Daisy the dog, an adorable and affectionate puppy (... a puppy of the giant sort!) was brought round to us, to be held in trust until she could reunite with the one who loves her most. Three dogs in the backyard did not mix well, and Piper began looking lost again. So back to the farm in the country for Piper. Yippy for all!! Thanks to my sister Piper was welcomed back...to be held in trust.

Now Denny and Daisy are in the backyard digging under the fence, making friends with the neighbors and their dogs, crying like lost souls when absent from their humans. No longer is their company of dogs satisfactory. A 24 hour a day human just for Daisy is would make her life complete.

And Meeklo, the former street cat, big snuggy guy with the cute round face is being held in trust at Russell Street, along with his new little companion Ying. Ying is now exiting the kitten stage and is so full of life that the walls can barely contain her.

They all are loved. They all are enjoyed. They all make me laugh. They all make me anxious when I feel that the "enough love to go around" truism is challenged.

In the meantime we are literally giving a home as best we can and celebrating as we hold them in trust. I think they, in the meantime, are holding Frank and me, too ... without even knowing it. Just being themselves. Bless them one and all. Us, too.