I know that when I woke up yesterday we only had 2 dogs. Yet somehow as of yesterday afternoon, we have 3.
Mini black schnauzers aren’t all that common and everyone in my hood knows we have one due to our multiple daily walks and the fact that Maggi strolls without a leash, knows the “wait” command at street crossings and is just all around fucking adorable. So someone found one a few blocks away and assumed it was ours- given that we weren’t home, my neighbor 2 doors down took it until we got back. Needless to say- it wasn’t Maggi. He’s ancient, very wobbly in the back legs and hips, has obvious cataracts, needs to be carried up and down the stairs but is sweet and friendly and loves a good scratch under the chin. He’s beautifully groomed so I have to assume that he is lost rather than abandoned- despite his obvious medical problems, people who have their dogs professionally groomed don’t strike me as the type to abandon them. I’ve posted fliers everywhere and both Maggi & Lucy are putting up with their new guest quite well but he spends most of the day looking hopefully out the front screen. He clearly just wants to go home. We’ve named him Nigel.