Dirty Puppy Snatcher

Last night I was in our garage painting a table (pictures to come upon completion.) Because it is so unbearably hot I had the door open, forcing me to battle June Bugs. Apparently they love Martha Stewart paint. So anyway, I heard something come running towards me and looked up to see the sweetest beagle mix who thought she and I were instant best friends, and we were really. I called, nay, squealed for Beau. When he opened the door I said, "God sent us a puppy!!" I really believed this was our Moses. Beau was least convinced, "This is someone's dog." I tried to argue because she didn't have a collar. I got her water and a peanut butter sandwich (Beau thought it odd for me to make a sandwich for a dog - If I had time I would have cut the sandwich in the shape of a heart.) She turned her nose up to both giving more credibility to Beau's belief that she belonged to a neighbor. I, still, was not convinced and tried to come up with a million reasons to keep the dog. Following every excuse Beau would say, "I'm fine with rescuing this dog but I'm positive she already has a home."

Right before I picked the dog up to go inside for a bath we heard a faint, "Mollie!! Come here girl!!!" I reluctantly took her back to her rightful owners. When I got back home Beau looked at me and said, "You're nothing but a dirty puppy snatcher."