Dog of Heartbreak

So there I was, kicking butt on the liners that I learned to sew yesterday...

Getting all thready......

And sewing ends....

... when this sweet boy (with C) came into the shop, walked straight over to me, and laid at my feet in the same weird way that Goober does.

He had a collar on but no tags. He was unbelievably sweet and such a good boy. I grabbed one of my cheese sticks that I keep in the fridge and enticed him back outside and walked him around to see if anybody belonged to him. No one did. 

He followed me back into the shop and eventually was put outside. I could hardly handle the idea of him walking away without knowing that he would be safe, so I begged my trusty people at home to please come downtown and pick him up and see what we could do about getting him home. Or keeping him. I was also fine doing that.

So here came the dog catchers:

(C looks on)

First, since we weren't sure what to do, Hubby and R took the dog home. He played so well with Goober, and we started to get excited, thinking that this sweet boy might be available to adopt. They ran and played for quite a long time. The dog also ate two bowls of food. 

Next stop was the vet to see if he had a microchip. He did, so they visited the Humane Society to see if they could find the owner.

Hubby and R had the hardest time leaving him there. The employees told them that the owners had five days to claim the dog, and if no one came for him, we would have first dibs for adopting him. 

As the hours went by, and his picture didn't show up on the Lost Pet section of the Humane Society website, it became obvious that his family had found him and he would not be ours. We allowed ourselves to get our hopes up and were quite disappointed, but we were still happy that he was back with his family.

And now we're looking around for a new best friend for Goober.

In other news: C the chauffeur: