I cannot have a puppy. I can’t keep one!

I was trying to talk some sense into myself as I stood outside the local humane shelter, a soggy little white pup, wrapped in a blanket, resting in my hands.

It would be better off without me. I’m sure it would be…

But looking down at the shivering little creature, I felt my heart go out to it. What could I do?

I turned away from the humane shelter. I had to keep it. I just had to.

I strode back down the sidewalk to my parked car. I slid into the drivers seat, putting the puppy down on the passenger side. It shivered more. I sighed, taking off my woolen sweater and wrapping it around it, creating a bed. I picked the puppy up and rested him on the woolen sweater. It snuggled in, content for now.

He really was cute. I sighed again. How did I end up with all the strays?

Oh, well. I knew I was gonna end up with it anyways.