Snow White and the little dog.

Yesterday, I almost asked Dara for a ride back to my place from Brunch. Something told me...nah...walk back. So I did. And on my way home I found a petit chien (little dog) who I named "Franklin" because that's the street where I found him. I did a double take as I saw a dog sitting in the center of the sidewalk, ahead of me, staring up as if it was waiting. I looked around. Who did it belong to? I asked around. Have you lost a dog? Have you seen this dog before? But it was no ones. So I let it follow me all the way home. And there...every time I stepped away it would whimper for me, and hug my leg when I wasnt giving him attention. I gave him water and had the neighbors give him meat (cause I'm vegan again), and got itchy, from it's fleas ( I didnt' let him inside). And then Gavin and Mark helped me take him to the shelter, where they put him in a cage :-(. I liked him, even though I have an extreme dislike of Chihuahuas. I'm glad I chose to walk home. Otherwise who would've found Franklin? Plus, I needed the Sun. I've got no color these days.