A Happy Ending

Church bells are chiming throughout the land.  Roscoe, the Wonder-Mutt, known to all on this site as Idiot Dog, has safely been returned home.  It was a stressful and nail biting 24 hours.

The found dog on Craigslist was indeed ours.  When I finally got the woman who found him on the phone, she asked me to describe him.  I didn’t know where to start.  Sure I could describe him physically – short red and black hair, long silky ears, but would it be more effective to describe the personality.  Should I say, “doofus expression on his face”, or should I ask her if he was currently sitting on her kitchen table?  These things better describe my dog. 

My dog is a bread stealing, kitchen-table sitting, doofus that bays at the cat and hides food in the couch cushions.

The woman who had him for the night, just loved him.  When I told My Honey, he said, “except for that damn bread thing, what’s not to love?”

He was totally right, of course.

I went and collected him today on my lunch hour.  When he got home he was so grateful to be here, that he didn’t even bother to molest the cat.  He just threw himself down on the floor and passed out.

a very tired puppy

See how tired he was?

It’s his own fault for trying to escape.  No one gets out of here alive!  If I can’t go, no one can.

The minute My Honey came home, Roscoe immediately rolled over on the floor and gave him his tummy in an example of full submission.  He’s acted very contrite all evening.

In other news, the call with the agent has stalled out again.  She was having serious technical problems and begged off until Thursday or Friday.  Thursday would be an excellent birthday present don’t you think?