Ah my Scowtt.  I found her in my car engine with a broken leg, smashed little teeth (one was still embedded in the roof of her mouth), fleas and starving.  Poor girl.  My heart melted when we first met and so off to the vet we went to get her fixed up.  Six weeks after that the cast finally came off her leg and she’s been joggin’ around the house ever since.  Bet you’ll never guess what book I was reading when I found her…here’s a clue..it helped me name her…

Loungin' Scowtt