Laura & Alex find a dog:

I wish I still had the text message conversation between Laura and I about this story so I could include it, because it was hilarious. But here is the gist of it.

Sunday, Alex found a Pomeranian wandering around on his street and somehow caught it in his backyard. He woke Laura up (who had worked a night shift so she was sleeping) and had her check out the ID while he held him. They then called the number & said “hey we found your dog...” to which the person on the phone said she had no idea what they were talking about and that they had the wrong number. Then Laura text me a picture of the dog with something like “Now don’t freak out but Alex found a Pomeranian...” to which I did indeed freak out & responded “I’ll take it!” Side note: I have wanted a Pomeranian my whole life. Despite pretty much everyone telling me they are high maintenance, and yappy. In fact I wanted two, and their names were going to be “Sophie and Poofy”.  (Well I did get a puppy and named her Sophie- Mic pretty much vetoed Poofy).

Hours later after much begging, Laura and Alex finally brought the dog over. He was seriously SO cute and friendly, and even Soph loved him. Jack, not so much. I’m a little hesitant around dogs I don’t know, but I picked him up the second I saw him, and fortunately he didn’t bite my face off.

Then Laura and Alex left to Alex’s parents for dinner and took the dog with them. (Who I started calling Mosby- his name tag said MoMo, which I thought was lame. I wanted to choose a new name that closely resembled his given one.) Laura said she’d bring him back to my house that night to stay until we could find his owners, because Parker (her cat) didn’t like him, and Parker has enough issues without adding a dog to the mix. I told her she had to drop him back off by 9pm because I go to bed early.

9:30 comes around and I still hadn’t heard from her so we just decide to go to bed, and I figured that Alex’s family had probably kept Mosby.

Apparently that night though they came back to my house at 10:30. We were both asleep. I was in my ambien coma, but Mic woke up and answered the door. He was less than thrilled that the fur ball was staying with us. He kicked Soph out of her kennel and put the stranger in.

I woke up at 3am, and went to grab another blanket from the floor on Mic’s side of the bed, to which I got surprised by Soph being on the loose and licking my face. Being half asleep and not expecting her to be out of her kennel, I was caught way off guard. I woke Mic up & asked why Soph wasn’t locked up, and he groggily said “because there is another dog in there...” I used the flashlight on my phone to shine into the kennel and low and behold there was Mosby chillin in Soph’s kennel. I about died! Especially because I’d slept through the whole thing! Which is actually kinda creepy, but thanks to my crazy insomnia, I will have to continue to take my ambien- and hopefully no one breaks into my house, or the place catches on fire because I will sleep through the whole thing.

Monday, Laura and I took Mosby to the Humane Society to check to see if he had a microchip. Which he didn't.  Then we took him to the pound to see if anyone had filled out a missing pet report, which they hadn’t. They also informed me about some crazy fine/penalty for keeping stray pets, and I reluctantly handed him over. They said if he wasn’t claimed in 5 business days I could be the first to adopt him. (I hadn’t completely convinced Mic that we should adopt him, and be outnumbered by 4 legged weirdos. 3 to 2). Nor had I really convinced myself 100% that I could take on more responsibility. Pets are like crazy long term commitments!

Long story short, Mosby’s owners apparently did finally claim him Wednesday, which is probably a good thing. But I did enjoy him in the short time we had him. He was seriously so well behaved and super friendly. And didn’t bark! And Alex if you find him wandering your neighborhood again, then all bets are off & I get to keep him! *And not hand him over to the authorities. 

Chillin at my house

In the car

So well behaved!

How can you not love him?

At the pound, right before I handed him over.