We don't have a dog...?


In the morning, it generally takes me a good 30 minutes to fully wake up and be a functioning human being. The first morning I was home for Easter break, I came downstairs around 10:30 AM and sat on the couch trying to wake up. Within a few minutes, there was a knock on the door, followed by footsteps, followed by laughter and an, “OH MY GOSH I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU SINCE YOU WERE A BABY!” Who are you? Why are you in my house?

It was a guy who had done construction on our house when it was first built and he was redoing the bathroom floor in our basement.

“By the way, is that your dog outside? It’s like a little black and white terrier and he came up to me but seemed pretty shy.” I replied by telling him we didn’t have a dog, while simultaneously looking outside to see it running across our deck. So I went outside with my white hoodie and knelt in the backyard to summon the dog, who came bolting out of our neighbors yard, into ours, and onto me. Nice brown paw prints on my hoodie. I went to the garage where it wouldn’t be muddy, and my mom happened to be opening the door at this time, which resulted in the dog running straight into our house, and down the basement. And so we chased the dog around the basement for a while until he finally ran back upstairs and outside.

Sadly, we never did get to see whose dog it was- the tags didn’t say, and the crazy thing ran away once he got outside. Hopefully he found his owners. And so started by Easter break