When I looked out the back door, I was surprised to see a dog running around in the yard. Which was completely, hermetically fenced and sealed. What made it weirder is that this dog looked exactly like a Lucy/Sally combo.
But as cute as she was, I tried to avoid getting attached. The fact that she was covered in cockle-burrs, which looked like a colony of parasitic trilobites, kept my emotions in check.
The trilobites turned out to be cockle-burrs. Because this sweet dog had been lost in the wild for seven months. She had a tattoo and a chip, and a Nancy Drew of a foster mom (that would be me.) I solved the mystery with a visit to the vet. So she's set to reunite with her owner in the morning. I have half a mind to snatch her, though. Because I'm so in love. The Daddler was crazy about her, too. I hate to say it, but I wish I could trade Sally in for Sassy (that's what that negligent bitch-excuse for a mistress named her.) Sassy's a year old, and about Lucy's size, and the same sweet temperament. And, as The D observed, she has the same light brown eyes as Mother had. Like Lucy's.
I'm gonna go to bed. Because I need to get up early, so I can go to the vet's office, and say my farewell to this sweet, sweet girl. With any luck, her lazy excuse for a mistress will forget about coming to pick her up, or will have a family emergency which prevents her from showing up, and I'll swoop in and gather this adorable baby to my bosom.
I should sleep. Because this is sounding kinda crazy. Still. She is soooo, soooo cute. And sweet.
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