Hard to believe Frat Boy has just turned three and a half. Thought in celebration I'd repeat the blog from the very special day we rescued and brought the wild man home ... So we left the mountain ...

And drove.

And drove ...

We were headed to a woman who lives out in the middle of nowhere, and I mean NOWHERE, and she rescues animals.

Any animal in need is welcome.

Even really funny looking ones.

To be honest, we went because we'd heard through the grapevine that she'd rescued two yellow lab puppies. And she had. She'd rescued two puppies out of a horrible situation.

But the golden wasn't who stole our hearts. Nope, it was her little baby brother. The runt of the litter.

He was filthy and living in a hovel. And the minute he saw us, he came alive. Wriggling, happy, loving. All you had to do was touch him and he writhed in joy and dropped to the floor for a belly rub.

And once he was picked up by the teenagers and loved up by them, he didn't want to get down.

So we never put him down again. Meet Jake...

Now, MUCH healthier and happier, Frat Boy -- so named for his habit of always looking for a good time -- has wormed his way directly into our lives ...

And our hearts. And closets. Today alone the boy ate one Ugg and one slipper. Not a set, mind you, but one of each...