Maynard just released his Nagual del Judith in memory to his mother. It gave me goosebumps.
Well, my dad found the owner of the dog that has spent the last 2 nights with us. It's kind of weird how everything worked out so...perfectly. My dad decided to call some animal welfare place or something, wanted to take the dog in. They told him he has to go to a pound, so he asks if there's some sort of Yorky adoption clinic. The guy on the phone then informs my dad that someone had called a couple days ago saying they were missing their Yorky. My dad calls the number he was given to find out these people live down the street from us. Thank jebus the dog wasn't just abandoned, she had escaped from the back fence. It makes sense that she didn't know where her home was since the couple who own her just recently moved into that house. I asked my dad what her name was, it was Lucy. I asked him to repeat that, for I was shocked. Yesterday I had guessed and called her a few names because I felt bad just calling her 'Doggie.' Lucy had been one of the names I called her, in which she did respond. I said aloud that I thought she looked like a Lucy, but I figured she might of reacted to it since it ends in a 'y' which many dogs' names do, including mine. So, just the combination of the fact that my dad has said the right things to the right person and managed to get the dog back in the hands of her owners and my random successful attempt to name guessing just adds to the oddity that surrounds this dog.
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