A lady that lives a couple doors down from us came to the door the other night with a puppy, asking he was ours. I was thinking, well maybe she thinks it is our dog because we own a dog already. I told her, although extremely adorable, it was not our dog. She told me that she found the dog in our backyard last night. Around 11pm it was whining so loud that she heard it from her house and came out to investigate. How Sammy did not hear this and wake up the whole house is still a mystery. She also went on to tell me that this was not the first dog that she had found in our backyard. A couple of weeks ago she and her fiance found a badly beaten up puppy nearly frozen. Luckily they were able to save it. What!?! All I could think is how are these dogs getting into my yard? After talking with my Grandma, she thought that someone might be putting the dogs in my yard. Definitely a possibility. Hopefully this is the last we will see or hear of puppies in our backyard.
While I was talking to the lady, she came into the front entrance with the dog to get out of the cold. Nate just loved the puppy, petting him and letting him lick his hands. He just kept smiling and talking to the puppy, absolutely in love. After the lady and the puppy left, Nate was so mad. I think he thought it was my fault. He started crying and threw a big ol' temper tantrum. He wanted nothing to do with me. Well, I guess I at least know now that puppies rank higher than mommy.
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When I read the last part about Nate crying I read it as Sammy crying! haha
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