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I had just gotten back from taking my father to physical therapy again and had been chatting with him for a little while when Cimmy called and said someone had come by and said they had found a stray dog in the stairwell near our end of the breezeway, next to our unit. She asked that I come home so we could take the dog to Animal Control in the next city over; the Humane Society in our city said they wouldn't take strays on any condition.
I said I didn't know where Animal Control was and wanted a family member to go with me and I was suddenly greeted by some stranger saying he'd go with me. To be honest, I didn't completely understand what was happening at the time and I mumbled that I was thinking Princess would go with me. So thankfully he handed the phone back to Cimmy, and I told her that I'd wrap things up with my father and be home ASAP.
I got home and made some better observations. Cimmy had the dog wrapped up in a blanket– it appeared to be a very malnourished and possibly dehydrated Chihuahua puppy. She had coaxed it to drink a little bit of water. A few of its claws were painted in strange hot pink and purple colors; maybe the previous owner had decided it was a girl although on closer examination it appeared to be a male.
Cimmy was getting attached pretty bad, so she went into the management's office to ask about the pet deposit again. $400. No way. By this time the man and woman that had stopped by had left and the kids were in the car, and she decided to stop by my father's to get directions to Animal Control. Seemed odd to me (why didn't we look up directions on our own computers earlier) and I was worried that Dad would think we were dumping it on him. He expressed such when he answered the door but we quickly printed off Google Map directions and were off.
Someone did answer the door at Animal Control although we were 30 minutes past the posted office hours. The man informed Cimmy that our manager would have to be the one to drop it off– tomorrow, after confirming (and filling out paperwork to that effect) that no one was claiming the dog. We drove back home and Cimmy cried much of the way. We got permission from the manager to let the dog stay overnight with us, and then to bring it to him first thing in the morning when he opened the office.