We found Moonspot caught in our garage this weekend. He had a long cable attached to his collar and had gotten all tangled up in my well organized, immaculate, you could eat off the floor garage. I tied him to the big ol tree in our front lawn in case some one was lookin for him and gave him some water. He loved me. We bonded immediately. Middle Twerp immediately came out and named him Picker...why? Why you ask? We no longer try to figure him out. This name changed by nightfall to Ticker. We have been working on rhyming words...does it show? Then by morning, he was Tucker. And he had left mounds of this.... And these were everywhere... And he needed some work done... I mean there is already too much testosterone flowing in my house. If we kept him the toilet seat would never be down and I just could not handle that kind of stress in my life right now.
I knew that we could not handle another day of rhyming. It was too precarious of a situation. it was like playing the Name Game in Junior High with Chuck, ya know what I am saying? So, after days of looking for an owner, I reluctantly called....
And they came...and doesn't he look like a a dog catcher? Seriously, if you saw him at the mall would you not think, ''Ah, look...a dog catcher.'' Cause that is soo what I would think. But the dog catcher knew this dog....Moonspot had been picked up before. And his owner came last time and his owner would come again.
And Picker, Pucker, Tucker, Moonspot looked at me like this....and I cried. What if is owner was crazy and had multiple personalities, he should stay with me....Oh wait, that is right...that describes me....shut up Lucy...I hate it when she talks. She is such a know-it-all.But he went away -- to a life like Lady and the Tramp. And I miss this already...little Tucker...but if we would have waited another day it could have gone from Picker to Pucker to Tucker to ???? And Lord knows what Lucy would have said.
Oh L'od hear my prayers.