A grand muddy adventure!

Okay, so I was driving home from Michelle's house last night, you know, thinking how cool it would be to have a kid like Brenden...

but that I would NEVER make it through the Christian phase, (3 hours with a screaming 2 year old climbing on you seems like SEVEN hours at least) I went to the grocery store HUNGRY (bad plan) bought, of course, pasta, and then headed home.
 
As I pulled into my parking lot I decided to check the mail and just as I was getting BACK into my car I saw this black lab chasing this SUV so I watched it and realized the people had no idea their dog was chasing their car... and then when the car turned one direction and the dog headed ANOTHER I realized it was a lost dog so I cussed, flipped a bitch and started hunting for the dog, finally saw it across this HUGE busy street, flipped an illegal bitch on a red light and pulled into the entry to a housing complex where the dog was happily waylaying bicyclists and joggers.

I pulled around where the dog was jumping on an old male jogger and alternately drinking from the pools of water in the marsh area and getting all muddy. The jogger asked me "Is this your dog?" and I said, "No, but he's lost and I've been following him and it is getting dark and I am REALLY worried he's going to get hit by a car... can you help me get him into my back-seat?" So as people honked at me for rudely being in their way this nice man helped my foist this hyper panting dripping dog into my car and then I drove BACK to my complex and drove all around looking for someone looking for a dog but didn't see anyone so I parked, ran upstairs to grab a belt to use as a collar/leash (John was OH SO HELPFULLY on the phone to his best friend Brian the whole time) ran BACK down to my car, collared the dog and led him up to my apartment and out onto my deck where he happily panted and drooled all over me. So I checked his fur for one of those ID chips but he didn't have one of those either.

And John was still on the phone to Brian and I was like, "HELLO a little HELP PLEASE" so he got off the phone and made several phone calls and finally got someone to tell him about the animal shelter after hours drop off about 15 miles from here so I releashed the dog and I had just put him BACK into my car (this time he happily jumped in) when I heard a woman on the trail ask John, who had followed me out to make sure I got the dog in okay, if anyone had seen a black LAB and I was like "OOOH ME ME!"

So I let the dog out and he went running towards her and she was like, "Hi DUKE!" and the dog was all, "Hi Mom! I had an adventure!" So she said, "he outgrew his collar," as if that excused letting your dog run around with no ID, and I gestured to the belt/collar/leash I had created and was like "then keep this for now, it doesn't fit me anyway" so she thanked us again and headed off to the building NEXT to ours and I trudged back upstairs where John made me a drink and I made dinner and stared at CSI Miami for an hour and then passed out.

So another good animal deed done (I have yet to pass up a lost dog without trying to capture it, find the owner or call Animal control -- I'm such a sucker) which karmically hopefully helps make up for all the REALLY bitchy things I did in college.

I have yet to inspect the damage to my car but I am quite sure there are muddy footprints ALL over my seats. Sigh.