Fruit Inspection

So one week ago tonight my son comes running in the house, dripping with enthusiam and says, “Mommy, Mommy did you get us a new dog????”

I am baffled. “No. Why do you think I got you a new dog?”

“Because there is one in our garage.”

Okay. Seems logical. To a child.

I go outside and sure enough, there is a dog in our garage. The garage that was completely closed until a minute and a half ago when Jeremy pulled up in the driveway.

What the…????

I am guessing it belongs to someone in the neighborhood. I mean what other explanation could there be????

Oh, me of little faith. I should have known better.

Right about now Jeremy comes around the corner with a dumbfounded look on his face. I’m like, “Hey look at this! A dog is in the garage.”

And he’s all like, “Um I know. It just jumped out the truck.”

So now I’m trying to put the pieces together. “You brought home a dog?”

He looks as confused as I feel. “I guess so,” he says. “But I didn’t know it was in there.”

I’ll skip the parts of our conversation relating to “how do you NOT know there is a dog in your truck?” and jump right to the part where apparently while at his dad’s house they were setting off leftover fireworks for the kids and his best guess is that this dog, that they noticed as a stray earlier in the night, got scared of the noise and jumped into the truck which was left open because that’s where the fireworks to be lit were at, and then since it was dark and everybody was tired, nobody noticed that the dog was in there until he got home and opened the back door for Emery and the dog jumped out!

Got all that?

Me neither.

What’s even more bizzare than the story of how she got here, is the fact that this sweet little doggie made herself at home in a matter of minutes. She put Stafford right in his place, grabbed his chew bone and jumped up on the couch with it like she’s lived here for years.

I started calling her Lady right away and it’s stuck. She’s completely house trained, understands a few commands, and was even taking protective measures (aka: barking) against strangers after only 2 days.

Stafford is completely enamored with her and we are equally pleased with how well she is fitting in with our family. I never in a million years would have thought we’d have a second dog in the house, but she just seems to “click”.

The kids keep asking if we are going to keep her, and truthfully we haven’t decided. I have called a few places to see if anyone is looking for her and today I took her to the vet’s office to see if she had a locator chip under her skin. I’ve also driven out to Papa’s house twice this week to see if anyone has put up flyers.

I certainly would not want to keep a pet that didn’t belong to me, especially one as loving as this pooch. I’d think somebody is missing her dearly. But so far I can’t find her owner. And if she keeps looking at me with those big brown eyes that melt my heart, I will just have to give up the search and buy a bigger food bowl.