A new friend will be joining me on my flight back to California :
Mom found this little guy running around in the woods – collarless and covered in matted fur, bugs, and feces. Being the dog whisperer she is, she scooped up his mangy little butt, and brought him home for some TLC.
He’s a really sweet and affectionate guy, and gets along well with my parents’ two dogs, so I’m hoping him and Chico will become fast furry-friends. I’m also hoping between now and Sunday I magically learn to teleport, as my 35 minute layover in Chicago O’Hare might be a little impossible while carrying a purse full of dog.
Here is how the conversation with B went :
S : [ picture message ] Isn’t he the cutest? Don’t you think him and Chico could become friends???
B : He is cute. Are you serious?
S : He’s housetrained and really sweet. And small enough to fly in the cabin with me…
B : Hmm… Does he have a name yet?
S : Naturally, yes. Frankie.
[ The next day ]
B : So have you given anymore thought about possibly making Frankie a California boy?
S : Ummm, yes. I already made the arrangements, he’s at the vet getting all of his shots and neutered now. I sort of took your lack of “No way Jose” as a green light. Hope that’s ok loveyabyeeee!
p.s. Don’t tell resident services.