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Jan

20

We now paws (HAAA) for dog identification

We’ve been pretty much snowed in since … what, Tuesday? It’s all a blur. A blur of days spent mostly inside and having a lot of fun together but also maybe getting a tiny bit cabin fever-y as evidenced by the fact that my first attempt at this blog entry was just 14 consecutive pages of this:

Speaking of Jack! JB went to the grocery store last night and on his way home he called me to ask if I could put the cat in the utility room. I allowed as I could probably go ahead and do that but was there any particular reason, or was this some sort of weird sex metaphor where “cat” meant “penis” because if so I’d really need to know what “utility room” meant.

“Well, I sort of picked up one of those Jack Russell dogs. He’s in my truck right now,” JB said.

NOT what I expected him to say, by the way.

It turned out that the dog came inside the grocery store while JB was in there, the staff shooed him back out, and JB watched him wander around the parking lot for a while before he opened the truck door and the dog cheerily jumped right in. He didn’t have a collar, and some people walking by told JB they’d seen the dog off and on all day, just running around lost in the snow.

So we totally had a dog last night, which was great entertainment for the kids.

We called him Jack and briefly considered what it might be like to keep him if we couldn’t find the owners, but as well-behaved and friendly as he was, he clearly wasn’t meant to be in a house with a cat. They did have a brief truce for a while:

But 99% of the time Jack was staring intently at the cat with his entire body on alert. Tail wagging madly, but you could actually see the little pangs of frustration emanating from him. I’m not sure if he was visualizing a delicious cat risotto or if he just wanted to play or what, but I don’t think I would have left them alone together to find out, you know?

Other than being a total Cat Creeplord, Jack was the perfect overnight guest. This morning JB took him to the vet, where they treated him for an eye/ear infection and scanned him for a microchip. Thankfully, he had one, and better yet, it had been registered. JB got the owner’s address, then drove right over and delivered Jack back to his happy owner: