Resisting temptation

It’s a good thing I have Ron to keep my impulsiveness in check, or I’d get myself in a lot of trouble.

As we walked into Petco this afternoon to pick up some bedding for the worms, a wiggly, excited little Katrina survivor greeted us at the door.

It looked like a very small pit bull. I suspect it was a Staffordshire bull terrier. Staffies look like old-fashioned pit bulls (think Petey from Our Gang) — same small, wide-set eyes, square jaw, sturdy build, and lick-you-to-death personality, but instead of weighing in at 50 to 80 pounds, they’re about 30 pounds.

I was SO tempted to adopt it, but Ron won’t let me have a bully breed (even though he and the neighbor’s pit-Lab mix, Skittles, adore each other). He says Scout is just too much of a provocateur to cohabit peaceably with another fighting breed, and he is probably right.

Anyway, we bought some aspen shavings, and I added a layer to the top drawer of the worm bin and doused it down with water. I think the worms will be fine with it (I used to put used aspen shavings into my worm bin when I bred gerbils a few years ago), but just to be safe, I hedged my bets and only put it in one drawer. If the worms tolerate it well, I will add some to the other drawer in a few days.

That’s all for now. I wish you could have seen that Katrina dog. I know you would have fallen in love with it just like I did.