Today, I'm out in the yard checking on my newly planted grass seed when I see this little dog with a blue collar running around. I tried to catch it, but it was too quick. I figured
"Eh, it'll find it's way home," and went about my business.
About an hour later my doorbell rings. Mrs RC answers it to see a group of about eight kids are standing outside my door. One of them, the oldest, is holding the dog in his arms.
"Is this your dog?" he asks.
I hear her tell them "no" and walk up to see it. Sure enough it's the same little dog from earlier. I walk out to talk to the kid. Neither he nor his friends recognize the dog, so they're going door to door. I tell them that if they don't find the owner to bring it back to us, and we'll care for it.
About an hour later, the doorbell rings again. I answer it and one lonely little girl stands outside holding the dog.
"We couldn't find its home," she says.
I take the dog and tell her that if she or her friends are out and the owner comes looking for it, to send them to our house. She nods and takes off.
We took it to the vet and had it scanned for a microchip which it had. However, the owner came up as the local animal shelter. They chip all the dogs before giving them up for adoption. Tomorrow we'll call the pound and see if they can lead us to the real owner.
And so we have this little spazzy pup that's part chihuahua and possibly part dachshund. Since he runs around trying to piss on everything and fuck Abbie, we've christened him "Diablo, the Devil Dog."
Behold!
And here's Diablo working his charms on the missus.
