At the shelter I saw a quivering senior whose microchip says she is well over 12 years old in a crate. She was very sweet and will likely get transferred to Muttville, so I offered to take her home and give her a quieter place to rest until such time as she will hopefully be accepted there. Lana’s former guardians either didn’t want her or something happened to them. I was SHOCKED at how similar she looks to our foster Marshall. I literally would not be surprised if she is his grandmother or great-great-great-grandmother, possibly.

This is what happens when Shea doesn’t wake up on time. The troops run in to wake him up when they get the zoomies after I feed them.