Friday morning I got a text from my roommate:
"There's a dog on our front porch. What should I do?"
He had a collar but no tags.
And we were in love from the get go.
We named him Riggins.
(We've had Friday Night Lights on the brain lately.)
He stayed with us for hours, as we tried to decide what to do with him.
He was the sweetest dog in the world.
I desperately wanted to keep him.
Eventually we decided that if the thought of giving him up after only hours with him was hard for us, his family must be feeling a thousand times worse.
But for a few hours I got to have lap naps and puppy kisses, and pretended he was mine.
I'm a little sad.