If you give a boy a puppy

On Saturday Sam was working in Adel. Some Good Samaritan found a puppy playing in the road was going to take it to the pound. The pound wasn’t open so they, for some reason, brought it to the ambulance station. Sam called me and wanted me to take it home and look for the owners.

When I got to the station, I saw Sam was in love with this puppy. It was a black lab. I knew I was on the losing end of the battle. I made it very clear I would post a couple of ads on Craigslist and try to find the owners, if no owners claimed the dog then we would give it away. I made it clear I didn’t want a puppy.

The first night with puppy went well. He didn’t bark or whine all night. The owners didn’t claim him, but I had several folks interested in adopting him. I told Sam the good news…and he got all bummed out. He really wanted to keep him…so after much deliberation we decided to keep him. Sam got to name him, so Jethro it is. (Aren’t you so glad I picked out the boy’s names?? If Sam had his way we would have Kyle and Mark or two other yucky names.)

We didn’t have any puppy supplies, so Sunday morning I went to the dollar store to get some stuff. I had to go to Valdosta this morning so I ran to Wal-Mart to get everything else Jethro needed. When I got home I started un-packing everything. I was trying to get the leash off of the packaging and couldn’t find the scissors so I grabbed a knife and tried to cut the ties off. I somehow missed and ended up stabbing myself in the hand.

I got myself between my pointer and middle finger. It was basically big hole that I knew a band-aid wouldn’t fix. I ended up being able to just go to my family doctor and had to get stitches. Well, it ended up just being one stitch. I could have used a few more but the numbing medicine didn’t work on me (surprise, surprise) so I just got one.

So, somehow, getting the boys a puppy led me to get stitches. I just hope they like him. REALLY like him.