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bodlonTonight I met The Mop.
I was walking down the hill toward my from my bus stop, thinking about how to describe the various shades of red-violet, blue, sodium orange, purple and so on in the sky that I could see when something that looked like a very small mop barked at me. After some squinting, I determined that The Mop had eyes. And a tail. And was friendly.
So I crouched down and befriended The Mop. I scratched its moppy little ears, felt for the collar hidden somewhere in its mopness. I found one, but no tags.
After a moment of chatting with The Mop about how adorable it was, I gave it a careful lift and went knocking on doors. In spite of major kissyface and good behavior, no one recognized The Mop.
So I checked Craigslist, the no-kill shelter's lost & found board, and found no information on a missing mop. So I made some phone calls and (by good karma and luck, I am sure) got The Mop into protective custody with people who will scan The Mop for a microchip, try to locate an owner, and if no owner is found The Mop will be placed on the adoption rolls.
But yeah, the dogs are going nuts because in spite of a thorough washing and changing of clothes, The Mop's aroma (and believe me, The Mop had an aroma) is still somewhat in evidence.
In any case, that was tonight's adventure.
I was walking down the hill toward my from my bus stop, thinking about how to describe the various shades of red-violet, blue, sodium orange, purple and so on in the sky that I could see when something that looked like a very small mop barked at me. After some squinting, I determined that The Mop had eyes. And a tail. And was friendly.
So I crouched down and befriended The Mop. I scratched its moppy little ears, felt for the collar hidden somewhere in its mopness. I found one, but no tags.
After a moment of chatting with The Mop about how adorable it was, I gave it a careful lift and went knocking on doors. In spite of major kissyface and good behavior, no one recognized The Mop.
So I checked Craigslist, the no-kill shelter's lost & found board, and found no information on a missing mop. So I made some phone calls and (by good karma and luck, I am sure) got The Mop into protective custody with people who will scan The Mop for a microchip, try to locate an owner, and if no owner is found The Mop will be placed on the adoption rolls.
But yeah, the dogs are going nuts because in spite of a thorough washing and changing of clothes, The Mop's aroma (and believe me, The Mop had an aroma) is still somewhat in evidence.
In any case, that was tonight's adventure.
