Remember the dog on Full House...

Mike, Emily and I came back from Fuel and Fuddle last night to find a loose dog - a golden retriever to be precise. We played with her on our porch for a bit and waited, thinking someone was walking her and she just got away. But no one was out looking for her. She was the friendliest dog. When I said, "I'm going to call you...Little Jimmy!" she jumped all over me. She must have liked that name a lot. Mike was in love and so was Em. We took her upstairs and let her in our apartment and on our bed. We are silly, I know. She found this lid for a bottle of limeade and was in love. It was a welcoming texture, I guess. As soon as she put that lid in her mouth she started to howl, but it was a muffled howl. It was so cute!

We called the police and they sent an officer to our door. He said they would take her to the kennel and without a tag she didn't have too good a chance of being found. He suggested I hold on to her for the night and see if anyone calls them. He took my information* and said if anyone called they would let me know and that I should also call in the morning. Which I found tedious: why call if no one called in? So I got up at 9 and took Little Jimmy for a walk. Within a minute the owners had found their dog. A couple, in their 30s, fit and sort of hip, with another golden retreiver. It wasn't Little Jimmy at all, but Riley. Which is a nice name. They said they called the police this morning and were told they had no information on a lost dog. Thanks you dicks! I would post pictures but Em took her camera away. Actually it's my camera too. Its funny how that works. And the car and the iPod. SHIT! I know, I know - I'm the one who calls them hers. Whatever. But yeah - we had an interesting night. I'll miss you Little Jimmy.


*Ever notice that when police take down information it's on scraps of paper? wtf?