“Nothin’' I can see but you when you dance, dance, dance,” was all I could hear during the twenty minute ride to the Picayune Animal Shelter. I felt as if I was about to explode with excitement. Although I was excited about to obtain a new pet, I could not help but feel glum at the recent demise of my hedgehog. Oscar the grouch passed away unexpectedly two weeks ago under the care of my mom, while I was staying with family. He was a very prickly guy, and it was not his spikes that I am talking about. When I heard the news, I could not help but to just sit there and cry for about thirty minutes. After I had started feeling a little better, I began searching for a new pet to care for. I felt that it was unfair that my brother and sister still
