Here's the link to my first post about little Mr. Uh Oh. Otherwise known as Peppermint, or Cutie Junior, or whatever his actual name is, given to him by his actual owners. I found him in the middle of the road yesterday afternoon. He's darling. The kids are thrilled. My husband is seriously annoyed.

For good reason. Mr. Uh Oh. barked and barked and barked until we let him in to sleep with Big J at about 11 p.m. Big J was so excited that he got up twice to report on what the dog was doing: "he's sleeping on my head!" He's scratching at something in the corner!"

My husband kept grumbling and sighing and I had a bad dream in which he left me because I'd done something really minor...like bringing home a puppy that I picked up on the side of the road.

This morning we put him back outside. He's running around, barking. I read a little bit online about how to get a dog to stop barking and it seems like a long process. Not something we are going to do since I've come 'round to my husband's position: the dog has got to go back to its original owners. Please.

The first thing I did this morning - before making coffee - was make a sign: FOUND. PUG DOG. Call ###-####

Please let us get a call!