Rowan

Well, I wasn't expecting THIS! Humom went out for a drive with her partner in crime, Lynn, and came back with another DOG! Where will it end?

I should not be surprised. Lynn's house is where I lived for a year until humom finally got around to discovering and adopting me. Whenever she goes out, she comes back with another dog. They call it "rescue." I suppose it's a good thing.

So here he is, a big red Malamute, yet another male. He'd be handsome if he had an ounce of flesh on him and any muscle tone. Knowing humom, he'll be fattened up in no time and need to go on a diet. Two nice Malamute lovers, L and S, sprang him from the shelter a month ago and have been taking great care of him and getting him ready to be adopted. I'm glad; a shelter is a terrible place to be -- it smells like terror and death, and if nobody takes you, they kill you. S and R remembered that humom is kind of partial to Malamutes and told her about Rowan, whose name was something very bad before. Now he is called the red-haired man, which he is.

What I want to know is, is humom still going to pay any attention to ME?? I am the Queen of the Universe and expect the due amount of respect and adulation to be paid accordingly. I will be Extremely Miffed if this Johnny-Come-Lately thinks he's going to steal the limelight. Alexandria out.