Jason called the other day to inform me that he had found a German Shepherd out on the road in the middle of nowhere. It didn't belong to any of the neighboring ranchers.
My response was: Take her to the pound.
She's real hungry.
Well bring her home, feed her, and then take her to the pound.
Why do I say crap like that? Sometimes I just try to sound so tough. Like the minute I saw this little puppy, my heart didn't ooze into a puddle of goo?
She spent the night with us.
We fed her real good and gave her a round tummy. No one can stay here longer than 4 hours and remain thin. It's against our religion.
She was the sweetest dog. She just laid on the steps by the back door most of the time. She didn't bark, she didn't cry, she didn't chew up anything.
I posted her picture on facebook as an abandoned country dog and had someone to give her to in about 0.8 seconds.
Then by the good will of the Lord one of Jason's friends called to chit chat. Because that's what Jason and his friends do. Really, they are worse than women.
During the course of the conversation, Jason mentioned this German Shepherd to his buddy and he just so happened to know who it belonged to. The owner came by to pick her up the next afternoon.
She had traveled about 12 miles away. He even mentioned she had papers. Are you kidding me? She was actually worth something?