Guess What I Got

I got a new doggy, he is so cute, but I can’t call him a puppy because he’s five years old. There was a flier at the local store with a picture of a sweet Yorkshire Terrier and it said she had to get rid of him because she lived in an elderly community and she was just getting to old to care for him. I took one of the little number tags, even though Chad was protesting loudly and trying to wrestle it out of my fingers, I mean seriously did he think that would work, like I’m not going to get my way. *laughing*

Alright so I call the number….and nobody answers, not even a machine, no voice mail, I mean who doesn’t at least have a machine? I shove the number back in my pocket and forget all about it because Chad has now taken up the distraction game with a little breaking and entering, really nice house, to bad the guy wanted to much…..and left it standing open. Yes we called and told him, after we took a tour of course.

He almost got away with it, that’s why I keep a mini-me around at all times. As we are driving down the road to a friends to use the bathroom (Chad refused to let us drive home, even though it was only a mile away) Katrein say’s “Hey mom call the number again.” Ah yes good girl! I call and immediately get an answer, all it took was seeing him.

Chad was totally mad, but he has a dog, I don’t, and I wanted my own, so to bad Chad
Besides I feel as though I totally saved this dog from a life of misery. See we live in a nice little town in a nice little house but we are surrounded by two bars, a total slum apartment across the road, some bikers in trailers (they are really sweet guys, just party a lot.) and down a couple houses is the worst kept up rental house with a constant revolving door of what could loosely be termed ‘residents’. The current one can be seen sitting on her front porch with her five children running out in the road in dirty saggy diapers, several cats running around, garbage overflowing out of cans and I swear as we walked by she set down a crack pipe before coming over to talk to my kids and I as we walked the new dog the other night.

The conversation went as follows- Woman- “Hey did you get that dog from an old lady over their?” (she points skyward)
Me- “Uh, Yes”
Woman- “Oh yeah we were gonna go pick it up, I called the lady today but she said it was gone already.” She’s looking at me like I should have some excuse for getting to the dog a day ahead of her.
I say nothing and she goes on. “Yeah well my grandmother broke her hip so we got her poodle now, its not very cute like that dog.” I swear she’s looking at it like dinner, and as if on Que one of the five children comes out the front door dragging, and I mean DRAGGING this black fuzzy dog on a rope, I mean its legs are sideways as she drags it over towards us, then doggy chaos ensued as the poodle thing starts barking and ours starts pulling and so I had my out and walked away. Moral of this story, well there really isn’t one but I saved the cute dog and now its mine and it is living like a total rock star dog!