This is Choncho. Jake found Choncho running around our apartment complex on the day we were moving, and brought him home. I was just a tad irritated. How are we supposed to move THREE ANIMALS to CA and back? All the while keeping him separated from Jitters because neither of them are fixed. Oh and worry about feeding him and watching him, and making sure he gets along with Jesse and Mallory's dogs while we stay with them. And wondering if he'll attack our cat or not. And getting him to the vet to see if he's diseased. AH! All of these questions were running through my head while we drove back home Monday night. Turns out Choncho is fine with other dogs, he didn't eat or drink anything, he's house trained, and he was fine being locked up all night. But I had to put my foot down. We can't afford another dog right now, and I don't want to live with three animals in an apartment. So the next day I dropped Jake off at school and Choncho and I returned to the apartment to finish cleaning. He sat and watched me while I cleaned the bathroom, followed me everywhere, played with the vacuum, and helped me sweep. Seriously. I'd set some treats out for him on the kitchen floor, which he didn't eat. When I started sweeping he picked up the treats and moved them onto the carpet, out of harms way. And that's when I started to like him. He was just a good natured, jolly dog, but I knew if we kept him I'd go crazy. So when Jake finished school we took him to a shelter. Jake went in first because I knew I'd cry if I went, but he didn't have his license with him so I had to go in too. We waited in line, and just before our number was called a couple walked in the door. The man walked passed us but turned around right when our number was called and asked, "are you giving away that dog?" We said yes, so we walked with them outside and told them how we found him and how he was really nice and playful. They were looking for a small dog as a companion for their dog. It was perfect! I was so happy to see Choncho go to a family rather than to a cage. We walked around the shelter afterwards to look at all the dogs and it was so sad. I never would have been happy with myself knowing I'd confined such a good dog into such a sad and scary place. So it was a happy ending. But Jake and I decided that the next dog we get will be from a shelter. There are too many good dogs out there just waiting for a home.
This is what happens when grocery stores double bag. And when two people get very bored on a Saturday night.