As I was walking to the mailbox on Wednesday, three young girls asked me if this dog was mine. My first thought was, 'No way, who would own a pit bull (I'm assuming that's the breed).' The dog looked at me, walked over and in an instant my heart turned to mush. She was the absolute sweetest thing. She didn't have any ID tags so the girls walked around the neighborhood trying to find the owner. I told them that if they couldn't find the owner, they could bring the dog to my house and I would make some phone calls.
HeRoos was working from home that day so he was in the "zone" (which means do not disturb him while he's typing) but I couldn't help myself. I turned into my thirteen year-old self and started begging him to keep the dog. My kind husband turned into someone else... a very, very strict father/husband who could not be persuaded at any cost.
The doorbell rang and the girls reported that they were unsuccessful. I called some people in the area with no luck and then called animal services. Animal services reassured us that dogs are usually claimed within 72 hours so we (the girls and I) decided the dog would be okay. As we were waiting for them to arrive, a white truck pulled up and a guy claimed the dog. He said he wasn't sure how she kept getting out. He made it just in time. I quickly called Animal Services back and told them the lost dog was found.
Will HeRoos ever give in about getting a dog? Growing up, I was able to use persuasion with my own dad to get a dog, chicken, duck, hamsters, parakeets, fish and hermit crabs. I'm afraid I've lost my gift. Maybe it will take a daughter to soften HeRoos' heart.