I’ve been suffering some seasonal allergies lately—stuffy nose, scratchy throat. Two days ago, I started shooting saline up my nose, which has helped, but at 3:30 this morning, when my ibuprofen wore off, my throat was undeniably sore, and I couldn’t get warm, I had to admit to myself I had developed a cold.
I called in sick to work, which I never do, and turned my alarm off. I would spend this day resting, no stress please and thank you.
At about 9:00, I roused myself and fed the dogs. They went outside and started arfing their heads off, so I took a peek, and
Again. Really?
He was running across the street. Collar, but no tags. I headed towards him, at which point he darted under a car and started woofing at me. His distrust was no match for his hunger, though—he was nothing but ribs!—and I distracted him long enough with treats to grab him. He bucked and barked, but I wrestled him back to my yard and fed him. He was sitting in my lap in under five minutes. Redford and Violet were pretty excited. Violet took on a reluctantly mothering demeanor, while
Little dude was so hungry. I gave him wet food, dry food, and more treats. Even after that,
I had called Animal Control the moment I got him into my yard, but an hour went by and nobody showed. At that point, everybody was getting along great.
And he just got
And I started to think maybe he’d be mine.
And then Animal Control showed up.
I cried.
Oh my. You are a magnet for cuteness. Because you are so cute.
Wah.
go get him back, amy. he’s a keeper.
Three is too many…just ask Suze. But I’m a sucker too. I feel your pain.
Not to push or prod or imply any sense of duty but I have three and, while they are a handful sometimes, three is just fine with me :)