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My laundry basket died on Saturday. Without a ceremony, I bid it farewell by jamming it as far as I could into the already overflowing garbage container in the open garage. I was greeted by an overfed black lab and four children.

Let me clarify: Our lab, Sunday, is skinny and yellow and none of the children in the garage belonged to me.

Upon further investigation, it was discovered that this black dog, who was now eating our dog's food from the bag, was lost. The children had magnanimously adopted him and named him "Saturday." Cute.

I still chased them all out of the garage and went back into the house.

Thirty minutes later, "Saturday" still hadn't gone home, and he had been joined by three more children that DID belong to me.

"Stop giving him dog food," I advised, "And get him off that leash."

By 6:00, all children had returned home but the new dog had taken up residence on our lawn. Scott and I had a date. We left instructions that, under no circumstances, were the children to encourage the dog.

When we returned, "Saturday" was sprawled out on our front porch and someone had left him food in a dog bowl.

I'm not keeping that dog.

Comments

  1. June Freaking CleaverFebruary 1, 2010 at 7:04 AM

    Now you have the weekend dogs...any chance to find pets for the other five days?

    You know that dog is staying, don't you?

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  2. JennaFebruary 1, 2010 at 7:19 AM

    Haha Saturday! How cute...if you're house was anything like mine when I was growing up then I think you might have a new dog. :)

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  3. Kristina P.February 1, 2010 at 8:19 AM

    Congrats on the new dog! :)

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  4. FoursonsFebruary 1, 2010 at 9:11 AM

    Hahaha! Like Kristina said, congrats on the new dog!

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  5. Lisa Page RosenbergFebruary 1, 2010 at 9:55 AM

    Whatever you do, don't let the kids name her because then they'll get really attached... oh right.

    Well, I hope Sunday likes to share.
    (8 paws are better then 4)

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  6. Mamma ChristineFebruary 1, 2010 at 12:36 PM

    LOL! I don't believe you... :)

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  7. JanaFebruary 1, 2010 at 4:18 PM

    Oh Man, I would be knocking on every door in the neighborhood and posting signs about found dog, and literally yelling in the street until its owner could be found. Good Luck, my sanity can barely survive one crazy cat and a spoiled rotten dog. Hope yours does better.

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  8. shortmamaFebruary 1, 2010 at 7:13 PM

    So where is he sleeping in the house now?

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  9. .:Anna:.February 1, 2010 at 8:15 PM

    Have you seen "Up?"

    "I hid under your porch because I looove you."

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  10. A Musing Mom (Taylorclan6)February 2, 2010 at 12:09 AM

    I can't watch Up. My attention span is too

    SQUIRREL!

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  11. Mama KatFebruary 2, 2010 at 9:52 AM

    Have you checked Craigslist for any lost dog postings? And the humane society will check for microchips for free....otherwise best of luck with your new pooch! ;)

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  12. ToniaFebruary 2, 2010 at 2:49 PM

    Famous last words...

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  13. M-CatFebruary 2, 2010 at 4:07 PM

    Um, I'm thinking you got yourelf a new dog.

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  14. andreaFebruary 4, 2010 at 7:01 AM

    I'm thinking you'll be keeping him!

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  15. Mom24March 14, 2010 at 4:42 AM

    sooo....how did this end? Do you now have two dogs?

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