
Allie and I are trying to find a home for yet another fur orphan. Her name's Sadie. She's a puppy.
Last week we were walking our beasts when a car pulled to a stop beside us. The driver leaned out the window and asked if we'd like a puppy. If not, the driver said, she was going to take it to the park up the road and leave it there.
Not much deliberation on that one, as you might well imagine. In an instant Allie was leading an awkward, big-pawed mutt on a little leash.
Of course the first challenge was negotiating the whole arrangement with Gobo, our biter. I, being a complete and total idiot, decided that the best plan was to have the dogs meet right there on the sidewalk.
Bad move. because as soon as our canine demon got within striking range he had his fangy jaw clamped around the puppy's neck. I had to kick and punch him with all my might to keep him from killing her. As I rushed home to lock Gobo up and get the car for a trip to the emergency vet I heard the poor little thing squeeling with terror as it quivered in Allie's lap.
But there was no damage, thank god, and a friend of ours agreed to take her in until we found a home. And today we went all over town hanging up fliers and showing the floppy little scrub off.
Which woulda been great were it not March and unusually windy. I can't hardly breathe for all the polen. Why does the most highly anticipated time of year have to be accompanied by misery?
But I digress. Puppy power! If you want some, drop me a line.