This morning we're waiting to hear when we can come and pick him up--if he's out from under anaesthetic yet.
We heard that he'd been adopted once before from the shelter but that he'd been neglected by the new owner--tied in a yard on a chain with no bed or proper shelter. The rescue home got him back again, thank goodness. I'm so glad he's ours now so we can look after him properly. I can't wait to have him home to spoil him.
Anyway, now I'll be watching Smallville to kill time before we can pick Bob Bob up. (He likes 'Bob Bob' as a name--looks absurd written down, but quite cute when you say it!)