Adam owns a liquor store. This afternoon, someone tied up a little blue fawn pit bull to a pole outside the gas station next door. By 10pm, the garage was closed and the puppy was still there, so Adam brought her into the shop. I've set up a collapsible fabric crate in the laundry room until we can get her to the vet first thing in the morning.
She's very, very cute and sweet. Very skinny, some skin issues, among other things. Still has some of her milk teeth, so she's not all that old. And she has super cute bat ears. She barked herself into exhaustion, but was good in the shop, even when about 20 customers were milling around inside.
The last thing I need is another female in the house, although everyone did well when my mom's girl Gypsy stayed the week with us...
I'd like to say we're keeping her long enough to potty train her and find her a home. But Adam's already named her Luna, after the full moon tonight, so... yeah. It remains to be seen how she fits in with the rest of our crew.

I am fu*ked.
