My first assumption was that he belonged to the neighbors who just moved in on the adjacent street because we saw that they had 4 or 5 similar breeds in their garage one day.
So I picked the little guy up and walked over to their house and rang their doorbell. And 5 dogs came running to their front door. I counted again... yes 5! So this little guy must not be theirs.
So I stood on the walkway thinking what I should do now.
Then from afar, we heard voices shouting. So Jason suggested I follow the voices because they seem to be calling for an animal. Here I am thinking there must be a better way because walking aimlessly around the neighborhood in the scorching afternoon sun with a dog in my arms who seemed to be getting heavier by the minute might not be the right solution. But I did it anyway.
I finally saw the shouting people 3 blocks down and waved my hands like a crazy maniac, gesturing to them ,pointing to the little guy I was carrying. When I saw their relief and delightful smiles, it just made me feel good.
His name is Peanut, and a real sweetie.
I'm glad he did not pee in my arms.
1 comment:
eeeeeeeee... he's so cute!! posing for you also!! say hi to peanut for me too!!!
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