'hood hijinks

This is what happened to me yesterday evening. I know you want to know.

Left the house early for GMAT class to be able to swing by some place to get replacement battery for cordless phone. Approaching Memorial, I see a dog (unleashed/uncollared/alone) running all over the road headed straight for busy-four-lane-hit-dogs-for-sport Memorial Drive. So I pull over and call to the dog. He comes right over (pause: I know you are thinking, "Eleanor. This dog could have been violent and rabid. Why would you do something so potentially dangerous?" Because I'm a risk-taker, baby. I live on the edge. I dunno, I just had a good vibe about him. And I was right, anyway. So back to the story.) and is all friendly albeit pretty muddy and dirty. So I look in my trunk for a towel to clean him off and HE JUMPS INTO MY DRIVER'S SEAT. My virgin, just cleaned, love-of-my-life-car's driver's seat. After I came to, I used a fleece to wipe the dog down and drove him around the neighborhood to see if I could find his owners. No luck. So it gets time to go to class and I don't know what to do with this dog. Tallulah will FLIP if she thinks she's getting a new housemate. Unbelievably jealous dog. I ended up putting him in my side garden bed area of the yard (fenced off from the rest as to avoid dog confrontation) and left for class.

I'm headed toward Memorial AGAIN, and now there is a car in the road. Like parked, broadside in the middle of the road, no one in it. I had to pull all the way to the left of the road to get around it. I thought about stopping to see if someone had had a heart attack and was slumped over the wheel, but then I thought fuck that I've already saved a dog today and I have to get to class. Then in class I feel horribly guilty about this decision, and on the way home am dreading to see what happens when I turn into my neighborhood (envisioning: police lights, yellow tape, interviewing me saying, "Oh yeah, I saw it parked there, but I just drove right on by!"). But the car was gone, and turns out that it was parked in an adjacent driveway and the brake had slipped. I bet the guy's face when he looked out the window and saw his car in the middle of the road was pretty funny.

ANYWAY. Try to leave dog outside, but once he knows I'm home, begins incessantly barking. Try to leave him in basement, nope. So bring him inside, and Tallulah is actually pretty cool about it, although she keeps looking at me with pleading eyes that say, "Something is horribly, horribly wrong here." So we sleep. Me, Lu, the mutt--Ben was EXTREMELY PISSED at me for allowing an interloper in our house, so he was cata non gratis all night. Took the dog to nearby vet this AM. Hope his owners find him, he's obviously someone's--jumped on my bed to sleep, Tallulah nearly had a heart attack since she herself is not allowed up. I kicked him off, but let him stay while I was getting ready this morning, sort of a last-rites type of concession. He was pretty cute, though. Some kind of terrier.

Not even considering it, if that's what you were thinking. I'm already betrothed to the most co-dependent dog on the planet, and she just wouldn't have it.

I'll post a pic of him though. So you can see that you would have done the same thing if it had happened to you.

Still don't have battery for cordless phone. It's veritably gasping for air.