the wild woman

today was day care day. as i pulled up 10th street to mrs doolittle's i saw a little blonde thing running along side the truck. i had to take the truck today since my cute little button of a car honda civic was being serviced. anyhow, i slowed down and the little blonde thing turned off down a side street so i figured he knew where he was going. then i got tatum down out of the truck and turned around to see the little blonde thing sitting at my heels as if to say "hi! who are you? i've been waiting for you." so i looked up the street in both directions, nobody. then another day care mommy came out and said "it's a handful with 2 huh?" and i said "well, he's not mine, he was running along side me when i pulled up and when i got out he was just sitting here." so we took tatum off the leash and put the mystery blonde dog on the leash. he had his tags, but no name or number. i figured mrs doolittle would know him. but she'd never seen him. we called animal control and gave them the license number and found out he's a puggle and his name was chewbacka and his mommy lived up the street. they even gave us her number. so we called her and sure enough she was looking for him. longest 10 minutes of her life probably. so me and chewie walked to the end of the block to meet his mommy, and hopefully not his maker because i have a hunch he's been in trouble the rest of the day. i got back in the truck thinking a year ago i was praying to find a random stray dog but now that i have tatum i'm fine giving back stray dogs. she's a one dog show at our house and i think she likes it that way. when i picked her up at noon i got the "heehee-wild woman" report again. oh well, gets the energy out.