Okay, okay, trite. I know. But that dog I found the other day?

His name is Marley. Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?

Yep, I finally found his correct owner on Wednesday evening, who provided pictorial proof via text. He seemed nice, and genuinely glad to have found Marley again, which made me feel good for doing a good deed.

Marley was only here for a few days, but I’m not sure the cat will ever recover. The Dog is only now getting to rest without being clambered upon, and I can move my desk chair without accidentally rolling over a floppy ear or two that is sprawled across the floor. He chewed up my stuff, humped my dog, and tracked mud ALL over the house, but I wish I would have had a little more time to spend with him.

He trotted off with his owner after a quick lick goodbye and without a backward glance. Puppies.

I guess I’ll always have this to remember him by. This was his favorite napping spot while I was working. Now I guess the Dog can have his spot back.