April 21, 2014
He’s a dog.
He looks like a dog. Acts like a dog. He is a dog.
So what’s with the dog?
I somehow ran across him on the internet. I don’t remember how as when I tried to find him again, I couldn’t. What I had found was a request for a home. This was a special dog that its owners could no longer keep. For the past year he had been living in a basement in a kennel – not out of neglect, just out of no better options.
I wrote inquiring. I heard nothing back. I forgot about it.
Two months later I got an email asking if I was still interested. Maybe.
We exchanged many emails. The owners were honest. They made it clear he was a dog. He does dog things.
I was leery.
A month ago they dropped him off. Maybe.
The owners and I have an agreement that this is, for now, a foster home arrangement. If, for whatever reason, I decide it’s not working, I can give him back. In fact, they want me to give him to them, not someone else.
Why would I not keep him? He’s a dog. He does dog things.
Why would I keep him? He’s a dog.
He does dog things.