After a particiularly heinous day at work, my friend Maggie graciously took me out for some much needed girl time. We ate, shopped, and laughed. But halfway through our dinner, I received the call. Our house had been invaded by this:
While I was out, this little guy came bounding up to Wesley, and since it wasn't a cat, Wesley didn't shoo him away. In fact he invited him to stay on our porch. He tried to find the owners to no avail and somehow managed to keep this secret from the kids so far. He did put up signs around the neighborhood, but the goofy grin and repeated assurances that "He's a good dog" let me know that in his eyes, it wouldn't be the worst thing for the owners not to come forward and claim him.
But, just in case they do, our mission is to keep the puppy out of the kids' sight until the weekend. Then, at that point, if no one has claimed him, it looks like we'll have a new addition to the family.