My wife, myself and a couple of guys from the church were driving home after eating a couple of Sundays ago. Then we see this little-bitty dog running around. My wife freaked out and I told her it was someone’s dog. We drove back by a little bit later and the thing was further down the street. So I started thinking that maybe it was lost. I got out and picked it up and went to three neighbors and they said it was a stray, so I took it. I called the pound to see if anyone called in about him and told them all the info in case someone called in. We have been taking care of him. My wife even bought a dog bag that she carries him around in!!
Fast forward to this last Tuesday. I get a call and it is a lady looking for her dog. I said I have it and she starts crying. I told her I would call her and tell her where I can meet her and give Nachito (yeah, we named him Nacho) back. I called my wife, she cried and then I called the lady back about 20 minutes later. To make a long story shorter, the lady ended up giving us the dog. It is a registered, pure-breed chihuahua and is only 6 months old. The moral of the story is that if you do the right thing by not stealing someone’s dog, you get a dog. The end.