The mystery of the found dog continues. What are the odds that I'd find an ad for a lost Shih Tzu with the name of Paris and it would be a completely different dog? What are the odds that a carjacking was committed in the city that matches the dog's tags and a Shih Tzu was in the stolen car that matched the description of my rescue? It wasn't her.
The woman who runs the local Shih Tzu rescue came by with a multi-chip scanner today and as I thought, the dog doesn't have a chip. She twisted my arm into fostering the dog for the next 7 days by saying her males don't like girl dogs around. She brought kibble to seal the deal. Thank you, Cathi. Oh, and Paris is the real deal-a full blooded pooch-hence the beautiful hat. Actually, it was Pyzahn and Kathleen who turned me on to the photo bling. The dog has had a rough go of things; it's the least I could do for her and you have to admit that the hat adds to her appeal. I think it takes away from the eyeballs and underbite.
Dipity-Doo has stellar manners around people and she's had no accidents in the house. Our dance card was rather full today. We started with breakfast at an outdoor cafe and then she went to spinning circle where 8 women fawned over her for 3 hours. She was such a lady.
I could get used to this dog stuff again. In fact, I'm beginning to feel downright criminal in terms of breaking contracts. Exactly how much damage can a 5 pound dog create? Who would even know she's here?