The Annals of Puppy

I'm walking my dog and this small, light brown puppy runs up. He has a collar on but no tag. He follows Cookie and me home and that's when I see that the door is ajar, meaning I didn't close it correctly and the cat has escaped. And I can't just leave this puppy wandering around. So I call my mom and proceed to carry this puppy around with me as I go look for my cat. I find her when I'm walking back; she's lying down in some shade right in front of the apartment-condo-place-thing and pull her by the collar back into the house. I tie the puppy up in the backyard and talk to me mum some more. The puppy is whining so I put him in my room and the dog downstairs (the two of 'em together gives new meaning to homosezuality existing in the animal kingdom) and talk to me mum some more. I then take the dog's picture and make a "Found Dog" poster to put up on the mail boxes, although first I switch the locations of both dogs (me mum wasn't happy about having either one in my room, but ah well). I carry the puppy with me to the mail boxes (every time I run into someone, I ask 'em if they know whose puppy it is) and put the "Found Dog" poster up. Walking back I find the owner and I return the puppy, I walk back to the mail boxes and throw away the notice, and I come home and throw away the other notices I printed up.

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At least it was a cute puppy.