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(for those who do not know, The Reverend Jack Daniels is a half black lab half dalmation that I raised from a five week old stray into a full-blown sweetheart and I had to leave him with my mom when I moved. He wears a red collar and recently the tag came off, and it hadn't been reattached yet at this point). He disappeared the day after I returned to California, and he was missing for nearly a week. My mom placed calls to all the local animal shelters and all, and finally, one of them called back and said that a woman called "just to make sure no one was missing him because she was going to take him back to North Dakota when she and her family left town." Turns out this family with two kids and a chocolate lab hussie had had him in their condo for the extent of their vacation. Here's the thing that kills me. THE REVEREND JACK DANIELS had been renamed SKIPPY by the time my mom got him back. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? Mom called me at 6:00, forgetting the time change, evidently, to ask if she could let Jack go to whereever the fuck with them because they were a really nice family and they really loved him.
I tried to cover the fact that I was crying, and told her to decide. She is not a stupid mother.
My dog is waiting for me to return home in June.
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