Doggie!

So I was just sitting here trying to decide what I could write my next blog entry about, then a little creature started sniffing at my feet, which gave me my inspiration. I have a dog now! That's right, for the first time in about seven years my family has a dog. He is awesome, and here is his story...


Last Friday night, Mark was dropping me off at my house and we were sitting in his car talking. I opened the door, and as I sat there with my arm holding it open, something furry rubbed up against my arm scaring me out of my mind. When I looked over and saw a cute little doggie, I was relieved. I figured he was just a neighborhood dog, so I started shooing him away, and he started crying and backing away really slowly. My heart broke. Mark and I both got out of the car and started petting him and checking him out. It was pretty obvious that he was just lost, not a stray, and he had been an inside dog who was frightened in the jungles of Plain City, so I took him up to my house after Mark left so he wouldn't be sad. My family was going away for the weekend, so I tried to figure out what to do with him until we got back. I called my cousin Kelci (who lives next door) and told her of my predicament, and she informed me that she was on her way home and they would take care of him.


My cousins and aunt spent the weekend looking for the dog's owners, but did not have any luck. So, my family decided to keep him, since my dad has been talking about getting another dog for a while now. Happiness, we had a dog! He bonded to my dad and I instantly, following us around the house and whatnot. He is the friendliest little dog I've ever seen, and is very cute with other dogs and children.

Tuesday rolls around, and my dad heads to the store to get some supplies for the dog, which he has named Biff. I was home sick that day, so I was asleep on and off the whole day. About an hour after my dad got home, my mom called and we both answered. My dad proceeds to tell my mom "I just went and spent $50 on that stupid dog and now the owners just called Denise (my aunt)." I just laughed. I probably should have been sad, but it was just too funny that as soon as my rough-around-the-edges dad let himself bond with the dog and bought it a bunch of stuff, the owners show up.



My cousin Kelci came over to pick up the dog so they could take him back to his owners' house, and we hung out for a while just chit-chattin'. Kelci leaves, but about 2 minutes later I hear her laughing and yelling "Kellyn, guesss what!!" She and her sister Bree come into my room carrying the dog and both laughing, telling me that the owners called their mom again and told her that if we wanted to keep the dog he was all ours, since she and her fiancee work all day and don't have as much time to spend with him. Once again I just laughed because I knew that my dad would get all irritated again when he found out we were keeping the dog (which was very true).

We found out some things about the dog, such as he is about a year old and his name is actually Harley. I still call him Biff sometimes, because I just like that name.

So there you go, I have a dog. He's a cute little stinker. My dad took him to get a haircut today, since in the first two days we had him everything in our house had gotten covered with white dog hair. He's still very cute, but I kinda miss the scruffy look. It was very endearing...