My Landlord's Gonna Have a Moo-Cow.

Do I look like I might have the words "Pet Sanctuary" or "Pound" written anywhere on my forehead? Do I? Sometimes having a heart really sucks. Because, I find myself not wanting to say no. Especially to sobbing 9 year olds.

Here's the story. So, the neighbor kid comes over and knocks on my door tonight. We're in the middle of dinner. So, I go answer the door with a mouthful of food. I'm polite like that. I open the door to a sobbing 9 year old little boy who is talking so fast that he can't catch his breath.

"Hehastafindaplacetoliveormyunclesgonnabreakhisneck!" That translates out to 'He has to find a place to live or my uncle is going to break his neck.' I said "Wait, slow down. What's going on?" and thats when I saw her. Here's this itsy bitsy little dog wagging her tail at his feet. The boy explains that his uncle said that if he didn't find a place for the dog to stay that the said uncle would break the puppy's neck.

I said, "Honey, surely he's not going to break her neck. No one's that mean."

At this point, said uncle comes over to my house, drunk. At the same time, my three year old comes out of the house butt naked. We're potty training him, and clothes seem to severely hinder the process. He won't pee on the floor, but he has no problem doing it in shorts. So, naked he is. Drunk uncle says "You need to make that boy go in and get some clothes on. You'll get a ticket for leud behavior and one for indecent exposure." I said "Uh, bud, he's THREE. We're not going to get any tickets. Especially from the cops around here. I know these guys. So, the boy here says you're going to break this dogs neck if it doesn't have a place to stay."

Drunk uncle says "Yeah, that's right. Mightez well. It'll get hit by a car if I don't." THEN he says "GODDAMNIT. I told you to tell that boy to get in the house and put some fuckin' clothes on!"

I said "You need to get the hell out of my yard. Are you freakin' crazy?! You don't talk in front of children like that! You're lucky my 6'7" husband's not out here or you'd be lying on your drunk butt!"

I told the little boy that we'd take her and find her a home. He stopped crying and said thankyou. I asked him if he was going to be ok going home with that guy. He told me that he's always drunk like that and that he'll just go to sleep. Fine...

So, she's here. I've tentatively named her Mela. I'm pushing for keeping her of course, and Jas is wholeheartedly against it. She's really good. Earlier, outside, (not on a leash) she was in hot pursuit of a cat, and I yelled "Puppy! No! Come here!" and she stopped in her tracks and came back. That, in my world, has the markings of a good dog. Murphy would have had the cat in her mouth and kept running, oblivious to my shrieking screams.

What is she? I think she looks a whole lot like a chihuaua, but if you look at her just right, she sorta looks like she might have some hound in her - like beagle or something. What do you guys think?

If there's anyone here in MI who's in the market for a new pooch that's cuddly, likes kids, likes cats and comes when called, let me know. I'll give her up to a good home, but otherwise, she's staying right here...

That's gonna be a fun fight with the landlord.