Demon Dog - Not Ready for a Puppy

I came home from a job to find the cutest little puppy wandering out of my partially closed garage. It was a particularly cold day so I immediately dropped everything, picked up the puppy and took her into the house. As I tried to guess where she may have come from, I went back outside to collect my purse. In that short span of time "puppy" had already tore an ornament off of my Christmas tree. I expected to hear someone calling for her or going door to door to find her. I mean this is a PUPPY after all... You'd think someone would be missing it. Not a peep. I figured I'd wait out the night and if they didn't come, on the morning I'd start calling shelters to find out if someone inquired of her whereabouts before going door to door myself - even put up some posters. My big fear was that someone bought the puppy for their child and decided she was too much work and took her for a ride.

The reason I started to believe this was evidenced by the hole in the shin area of my pants, the little red scratches and nip bites on my arms, legs and even tummy, and the fact that I literally couldn't let this little baby out of my site for a second without her getting into something or tearing something apart. No, not my shoe... No, leave my computer cord alone! Hey! Those are my glasses! Put the remote DOWN.

By 10:00 p.m. I realized no one was going to come for the puppy. I called my friend Stacey telling her all about how cute this little thing was as I listened to her telling me that I CAN make space in my life for a new puppy. I called Cristy and her opinion was "This is why I adopt adult dogs" as I attempted to have a conversation with her between shouts of "No" and "Hey" and "Ouch" depending on the actions of this little possessed being.

Needless to say I was unable to get any sleep overnight. While I did implement a crate, which ensured I was able to have 15 minute naps here and there, but for the most part, Puppy wanted loving, playing, and taken out to eat the frozen grass (She's teething).

By 10:00 a.m. I decided to take the puppy door to door (Unshowered, bags under my eyes and all). I made it to the first house to be told they have no idea where the puppy belongs. At this point I noticed a note on the corner stop sign. Success! I dialed the number and puppy and family were reunited with wagging tails and "I missed you"s. Oh did I mention it's a pit bull? Explains a bit of the demon dog side!

To save my belongings I had taken out some of Kelsey's toys. I used her leash to walk the puppy to it's home. Unfortunately I had to then put all this stuff away, feeling like I was saying goodbye to Kelsey all over again.

I still miss Kelsey so much. And NO, I am NOT ready for a puppy!