Storytime: Bringing home the new baby (if I can just get him in the car)
Good morning to wherever you are. It is a mercilessly hot Monday morning in Florida, and I am seeking the sanctuary of the guinea pig room while I write this. In my last post , I talked about meeting Cullen Bunhannon at the humane society. I filled out adoption paperwork and was approved to take him home. Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple. The day I was to pick up Cullen, named for his crazy hair like my favorite character from AMC's "Hell on Wheels," he was also scheduled to be neutered. I assumed since I had called every day to check on him that he would have his surgery in the morning and be ready to go in the evening. I was scheduled to pick him up at 5 p.m. At 2 p.m., I called the humane society. "Hi, this is Cullen's mom. I am calling to see how his surgery went," I said from my dining room table. "Oh yes, he's doing wonderful! You should be able to pick him up between five and six, but call back an hour before you leave ...