*groan* Just saved an idiot pit bull puppy from traffic. Twice. No collar, no leash. I had to dive into the street, pick him up bodily and lug him around the apartment complex. (He liked this immensely. Pit bulls are such awesome dogs, but this one clearly did NOT understand about cars.)

So there I was, wandering the apartments, holding a thirty pound dog, who was delighted by this novel way of travel, thinking “Shit, shit, shit. If I can’t find the owner, I’ll…call Kevin, I guess, see if I can stash the dog in his backyard until I get the Found posters up, can’t take it to the humane society because it’s a pit bull, shit, shit, shit…”

Fortunately, just as I was about to resign myself to temporary dog ownership, I ran into the owner who was calling for him. The dog was clearly delirious with joy to see him, which is the only reason that the owner did not get a royal chewing out from me re: collar. (We’ll give him the benefit of the doubt on possibly have slipped it.) Unfortunately, since the owner and I did not seem to share much of a common language, I couldn’t just ask.

Ah, well. All’s well that ends well…

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