On Saturday April 18th I pulled into the church parking lot at 10:30am. As I got out of my car and headed towards the admin building to work, a black Chihuahua puppy came bounding across the grass straight towards me! I squatted down to pet him and he immediately jumped into my arms (aww!!) I stood outside for a few minutes to see if his owner would come running after him, but no one came!
Of course, at this point I was already making plans to buy dog food and a doggie bed, but I decided to call Patrick first. After much urging and begging, Patrick came to the church to check out the puppy. "Daddy's here!" I squeeled as I shoved the dog into his arms.
Well, after checking for a microchip at the vet, hanging fliers, calling the SBCA, posting ads, and calling people selling Chihuahuas to see if one had gone missing, we have heard NOTHING.
Pepe has now been with us for 5 days. We found that he is already trained to go potty outside (pooping is another story) and when I found him he was clean as a whistle with soft little paws...where is this dogs owner?! Was he dumped? How could anyone do that to sweet Pepe?
I think God gave him to us :) :) :)
