Just One More Block

Wednesday evening, George and I headed out with Glory for a walk. Following our normal routine we started up the street. When we got to our usual turn around spot, Glory pulled to head in the direction of home. I on the other hand suggested we go just one more block. As we neared the church on the corner, we noticed a black puppy crossing the street. Fearing that the cute little thing would get hit by car we called her to us. After attaching Glory’s leash to the puppy’s collar and using George’s belt in true MacGyver fashion as a makeshift leash for Glory, we set out in search of the puppy’s home. She eagerly lead us back across the street. The signs were all there, over turned box, water bowl, and chewed blanket. Certain this was the dog’s home, we considered our options. 1. Put the puppy in the box and head home. 2. Leave a note for the owners to call and retrieve the pup. 3. Tie her to the porch and buy Glory a new leash. After much back and forth we agreed on option 3, and followed Glory’s lead back home.

When I looked back to make sure she hadn’t strangled herself on the porch banister with the leash, I saw the owner’s returning home. We once again dragged Glory in the opposite direction of home. I asked the family if the dog was theirs. “No.” Crap. I’ve just trespassed, abandoned a stray and now I have to ask for my leash back. “Well, no, but yes. She found her way to our porch last Thursday. We named her Titan, because of the white t shape on her chest.” Turns out they just closed on a new house, were moving this weekend, the humane society was wouldn't take her and their dog hated the puppy. It took about two seconds of a glance at George, complete with secret couple communication, to offer to foster the puppy until the humane society could take her. We exchanged numbers with the family and were finally off towards the house, much to Glory’s delight. We contemplated names, deciding on Laney before we even made it home.

In order to live amongst the Kouloutys, Laney required a bath. When we were finished, we found Glory anxiously awaiting the return of her new found friend. They nuzzled, and I believe at that moment vowed to be bffs4ever. George and I on the other hand took some convincing. We had grown used to Glory, the anti-dog who doesn’t piddle at the sight of us, tail wag incessantly, think everything is food, or chew everything within reach. But, after 24 hours with the piddling pup, we had made the vet appointment, bought the bowls and puppy food, rearranged our schedules to hers and truly grown to love the little one. So here we are, a family of four with a puppy from the streets of Brunswick. Dear goodness she’s cute.