Saturday, July 10, 2010

154. Stray

I intended to give the pet stories a break tonight - but then came Tugger. We went to celebrate a friend's birthday down the street and found a dog out walking himself. He was well groomed, chubby, and had four identification tags.

The first number listed was a dead end - no answer. The second number was a city (as opposed to Valley) area code that was answered by a man in Florida. He said he left Tugger with a dog sitter and would call us back. About 45 minutes later a women with a British accent called panicked and ecstatic that Tugger was safe. She was in Westwood and wouldn't be able to pick up Tugger for at least a half hour.

In the meantime, the kids were playing with Tugger. He had plenty of pets and carne asada. He struck gold on his little adventure out of the back yard.  He was delightful.

About 10 minutes after the British woman called my cell range again. This time it was a woman with a heavy spanish accent wanting to know the address. She ended up hanging up on me several times and I finally sent a text with the address. The Latina showed up first. She pulled up in a BMW SUV loaded with so much junk that it seemed like she was living out of her car and she was so loaded that she fell out of the car. She explained that she went by the house to double check how the dog may have got out. She couldn't figure it how he escaped. She said it in a way as if she was accusing us of stealing him. With in a few minutes of her arrival the Brit arrived. She was a large blonde woman that had tears streaked down her face. She didn't say a word to the Latina. The Brit gave me a large hug, thanked me for saving her dog's life. She removed Tugger from the Latina's messy car and placed him in her car. The air was think between the two ladies. They said good bye and drove away.

Of course my mind started to fill in the blanks. I thought may be the two were room mates tired of each other. The Latina has let the Brit's dog out of the yard one too many times. The story Curtis made up was more interesting. He recited a story of one lover jilted for another. The Latina left by the Floridian in favor of the Brit. If only Tugger could talk.

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