My husband and I were on our way out to Thanksgiving dinner when we saw four Chihuahuas on one of the back roads near our home. We looked around, but couldn't see any houses they might have come from. Of course we couldn't take them into town with us, so reluctantly, we drove on.

On our way back from dinner we found them still hanging out near the same spot, looking more distressed. This time we scooped them up into the car and brought them home. We gave them water and food, made a nest in the barn for them to cuddle in, and sang to them until they settled down.

We can't keep them -- we already have three dogs, two former barn cats who have decided they're really house-cats, thank-you-very-much, three goats, some chickens and a few Guinea hens. So I guess Monday we'll take them to the shelter and hope somebody wants them. I just know by Monday I won't want to see them go.