So Far....All Limbs Intact

We have a new pet.

And I'm questioning my sanity as to why we did it. Because we aren't good pet people.

Every pet we've ever had has met a fate that is less than desirable. They've all died. Or lost limbs. Or have brain damage. We are known as the people that will take care of the pets that you don't care that much about. In fact, come to think of it, we have never ever been asked to pet sit. Oh...well, there was that one time that we fed our friends' dogs while they were gone on vacation, but the German Shepherd almost ate Kirk. Apparently our reputation preceded us. (You can read all about the hysterically funny horrifyingly awful experience of the husband's here...at Lisa's place. Snort.Giggle.)

But the children had been begging for a new pet, and because I'm such an amazing parent, I obliged.

And for about a week we've had our new family member.

She's great. Really.

She doesn't keep me up at night. I don't have to take her out for potty breaks. I don't have to walk her. Or feed her. She's great.

The perfect pet.

And we named her Charlotte. Isn't that a great name?

And it fits her.

Spinningly.

Here she is.....our new angel.

She's a bit shy. Let's zoom in.

There's the little darling.

Isn't she beautiful?

Not the most conventional pet, I know, but I'm allowing Charlotte to hang out over our front door because I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. I'm tired of being known as "Those Pet People." So, my mission now is to be a friend and lover to all things crittery.

Totally kidding.

I'm really just waiting to see if she'll write in her web. Because I think she's a very smart spider.

And, well, in a weird way.....I kinda like her.

Just call me Wilbur.