Sometimes we choose our pets. Sometimes they choose us.
Well, I think I've been chosen.
Last week, a furry, four-legged friend showed up on my back porch. My cat, Biscuit, noticed him first. She began to meow very loudly, which she never does, as she sat on guard at the back door. I soon realized what she was meowing at as I peered out the door to find this adorable dog smiling back at me.