Friday night it was a possum, who was happy to leave once we got him out of the garage. Saturday night it was this sweet little dog, and once my husband coaxed him out of the garage he decided he wanted to stay. I have no idea where he came from or who he belongs to. He's very sweet and friendly and hasn't been lost for very long since he's nice and chubby. We really, really don't need a dog since we already have two cats. One has already shown him who's the boss around here and the other one would go back to living in the basement and never coming upstairs if he was allowed to stay. He's obviously a house dog and couldn't stay outside during the winter. Why do lost animals always find their way to us?
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