Thursday, Dec 17th 2009. 4:36PM
New txt from Alex Beeker: "What's your address and landlord's name? Does your landlord allow dogs?"
I know something is up.
Me: "You're adopting a dog for state street?"
Alex Beeker: "Chuck is, we need a landlord's name that allows dogs."
Complete ignorance of concious road block #1, which is that their house does not allow dogs.
Thursday, Dec 17th 2009. 5:07PM
New txt from Chuck Hanna: "So I found the perfect puppy that I would love and care for, but you need to be 21." Complete ignorance of concious road block #2, which is that you need to be 21 years old to adopt a dog.
Me: "Are you asking me to adopt this puppy for you."
Chuck Hanna: "yes."
No, Chuck. There is no way I am going to adopt a puppy for you. It's one of those things you just don't do. It's like how everyone knows not to hold a stranger's luggage at an airport before going through the security scan. No.
Thursday, Dec 17th 2009. 5:09pm.
New picture txt from Dave Moldawer:
Damn. I'm sold. At this point if I said no it would be like telling Chuck, Beeker, and Moldy that Santa Clause doesn't exist. To Chuck, Beeker, and Moldy: if you are reading this, that was just a lie. Of course Santa exists! You can stop crying now Beeker.
Fast forward. Friday afternoon, Humane Society. Adoption fail. Apparently having another dog requires you to bring your dog in for a puppy interaction meeting. They also do call your landlord to make sure you can have a dog. Too bad having an extra dog means paying $20 more each month. Rent fail. I go to work, feeling shitty that I couldn't help them get the dog and that I just wasted 2 hours sitting in a smelly room. Still, I know this is just another roadblock, and I'm sure would eventually find a dog to adopt... maybe after college?
Friday, Dec 18th 2009. 6:10pm.
New txt message from Chuck Hanna:
It's literally 3 hours after we left the Humane Society. Chuck has hijacked the puppy. How you ask? Stay tuned, for Welcome, Moose (Part 2)!
