My (totally random) inheritance

Today I learned that on Saturday I'm inheriting a bed, a table, and a dog.

The dog is a temporary foster placement and will likely be here for several weeks. I come by my propensity for doggie and kitty foster parenting very honestly. My family has a history of taking in wayward animals...on my count we inherited no fewer than 9 cats and 5 dogs throughout my childhood and adolescence (not all at once!). I'm pretty sure that only one cat and one dog were actually purchased, and all the others came to us from off the streets or were brought to us by people who knew we would care for them. Spitter was supposed to be a temporary foster, but I ended up keeping her because we bonded so strongly; Bootsie actually kind of adopted me (as in, she showed up one night and never left).

This new doggie, Shadow, will be my first foster pup since moving into my little house. He is coming to me by way of my dear friend Karen, whose son (Shadow's owner) travels for weeks at a time for his job and can't always give Shadow the time and attention he needs. Karen is in her sixties-ish, still works full time and can't care for the dog herself, so she asked me today if I would be willing to take him until her son gets back or a new a permanent new home is found. I said yes (obviously).
Spitter and Bootsie are very territorial and are going to flip their freakin' lids over the presence of a dog, so I'm going to make sure that Shadow is 100% cat friendly before I let them socialize. This is going to be an adventure, I'm sure!

As for the bed, I currently have a queen-sized bed, which is slightly too big for my bedroom (I have maybe 2 feet of space left to move around in). As luck would have it, Karen happens to have a twin bed that's currently gathering dust in her garage. She not only offered to include the bed in Saturday's doggie delivery, she asked me what else I needed and tried to get me to take a desk! I love her, haha. I doubt Spitter or Bootsie will miss having the extra space of the queen, since their preferred sleeping arrangement involves taking up as much of my personal space as possible. Now I just have to figure out how to dismantle the metal bedframe of the queen.

Karen is not providing the table, but I'm sure if she had one she'd try to convince me to take it, too! The table is originally from Ikea, but I'm getting it for more than half-off on Craigslist. Woo hoo!

 I'm picking up the table at 1pm, the bed and dog are expected to arrive around 4pm. What a day that's going to be!