I’ve decided to stay home all weekend. Yep, that’s right. I’m spending an entire weekend at home. By myself. With the dog. Instead of having happy hour last night, I made the girls come over here and it was actually a reallygood time.
My dog had surgery yesterday, so I’m sticking close to home to keep an eye on her. During one of our short trips outside, I saw another little dog coming down the street. Without a leash. He came ACROSS THE STREET into my yard, so I picked him up and took him inside. His name was Pickles and he had a phone number on his tag, so I called. No response, so I left a message. Here are some photos of Pickles:
The owner called back. Apparently she lives in Virginia and her partner still lives here, but her partner is also out of town, so they’re having a friend dog sit. She gives me the friend’s phone number, but he isn’t home either, so me, my dog, and Pickles all hang out together for a while. My dog didn’t quite know what to think of Pickles, especially since she’s ‘injured,’ but it worked out. The owners friend came to pick up Pickles and all was well.
I think that this, combined with the LAST time I took in a stray dog and my reporting of the possible child endangerment qualifies me as a Good Samaritan.