Dinah

Some people are pet people. They love dogs, or cats, or some other little creature and care for them as if they were really part of the family. I say 'yea for pet people!' I'm so happy they exist so they can offset people like us. We are sooooo NOT pet people it is not even funny. Sure, we tried to have fish once. We had 2 goldfish (that we paid 19 cents for) live for almost an entire year. When they finally died I thought Britton might be sad, but he just looked at me and said, "Well, Mom, its time to flush him down the toilet!" That was it, no weeping, no wailing. Adam and I have never been pet people and I guess we've kind of passed it on to the kids. They don't like to go to people's houses who have dogs, and they certainly have never made a pet request.

Last week Adam was in our window wells cleaning them out and making them look nice. He discovered a garden snake living in one of them and since then we have seen it almost every day from the window downstairs. First of all, we love garden snakes because thanks to them we have NEVER seen any evidence of mouse activity in the 5 years we have lived here. Since they are totally harmless we are more than willing to share our window well with such a creature. Britton decided to name the snake Dinah saying that it was the closest we will ever get to having a pet (his words, not mine). So, here is a picture of our "pet" Dinah:

Just after I took this picture Korinne was looking at the snake and said, "I see it! I love the snake!" I know snakes really freak some people out, but around here as long as they are behind glass and will never enter the house we all say, 'yea for snakes!'