Today was normal I guess. That was until mom came home with a French Bulldog in the back of her car. We don't have a French Bulldog. She says there was two of them but the other one was nailed by a car. The one that got hit ran off. But the other one didn't...it just sat there. So mom though to herself "I jsut can't leave it there". So she brings it home and tells me to watch over it. Just thought I'd share that. So now we have some new dog in the house until the owner sees the signs we put up and comes to pick it up. But if the owner doesn't I guess I get to have my own dog. I have givin it the temporary name "Chef" because its fat and reminds me of a chef.