Saying Goodbye to Peruvian

Last Thursday, after a week of emotional and physical exhaustion, I promised JD we'd go out for a date. I'd put on heels and get all gussied up, and he'd get directions to a new Peruvian restaurant we wanted to try. I kissed Polo goodbye and hopped in the car for date night. Until I saw her. Crossing the street. I let out a little cry. Oh no! She's crossing the streeeeet! Completely lost, JD was all Whowhatwhowhy?! I jumped out of the car, leaving the door ajar, and sprinted into the street, heels and all. Then I heard JD yell out the window, It's a PITBULL!!

I grabbed her chainlink collar and looked for tags. None. I took her back to the car and before I could object, she jumped into the front seat and kissed JD. That's when he knew we had to take her. We made a u-turn and said goodbye to Peruvian. She was the sweetest dog and after a few minutes of trying to figure what to do next, JD asked me, If we can't find her owners, can we keep her?!

I grabbed my camera, took a picture, and made flyers. I slipped out of my heels and into flip flops because our neighborhood? It was about to meet The Determination of Jasmine. Yes. In capital letters. I was determined to find the owners because if the tables were turned, I'd be worried sick without Polo. We wallpapered every street sign and electric pole within ten blocks of finding her. I said a little prayer, then JD and I grabbed pizza and watched the Saints/Vikings game at a local joint. Into our second slice, JD's phone rings. Her name is Zena. She must have slipped past the gate. We'll meet in 30 minutes.

When Zena ran into her owner's arms, I felt like crying. Thank yous and Of courses were exchanged. As JD picked through the leftover slices of pizza back home, he said, You know…I always thought it'd be nice to have a big dog… Polo looked at me and rolled his eyes. We both know that our house has room just enough for one fluffy dog. And an owner who sprints in heels.