March 4, 2009

The Return of Zimba

I’m not really a dog person. I mean I like petting them or playing with them every now and then but when it comes down to it, I like other people’s dogs. I can’t handle scooping poop, rushing home to make sure the dog has peed, chew toys and the constant smell of dog that lingers no matter how much Speed Stick you’ve lathered on that day. Dogs take over your life. At least with kids, your friends will babysit every once in a while. At the end of the day you don’t own a dog, the dog owns you.

Which is why, yesterday, when picking the twins up from daycare I confronted my worst nightmare. A lost dog. A lost cute dog that ran right up to TheMonk and licked him in the face. The dog then looked up at me with his big brown puppy-dog eyes and said, “Take me home. You don’t want me to die a slow, painful death in the freezing cold, do you?” (Yes, I know I live in San Diego where “freezing” equals shorts weather in the Northeast but work with me here. It’s all relative.)

After knocking on a couple of doors it became evident that we didn’t know where this dog belonged. Against my better judgment (and to the utter delight of two 3-year-olds) I found myself placing a cute wiener dog into the hatchback of my car.

Before long dog food was procured, a bed was made out of old towels and an old moving blanket in the garage and two little ones threw a ball at the dog until the ball said, “Enough already!” The dog slept in the garage. The twins slept in their beds. Until approximately hellish-early. It was at that time they came running into my room, before the sun had actually crested the mountains to the East, and shouted six words in unison… “Can we go see the dog?!”

(I have never seen my kids dress so quickly. I might keep a dog in the garage forever if it means we can get dressed without naked butts running around wildly while underwear sits atop heads.)

Before we knew it, the kids were playing with the dog while I quickly printed out a flyer to post around the neighborhood. I explained to the kids that Daddy was going to find the dog’s owner and that we would NOT be keeping this dog. I think Swee’Pea’s response was something along the lines of, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Daddy. We got a dog!”

But fate was not on Swee’Pea’s side. After dropping the kids off at daycare I proceeded to plaster three streets that surround the area where we found the dog with flyers. I stuck those flyers everywhere. Street signs, mailboxes, slow-moving old ladies. It didn’t matter. That dog was getting found.

And on the last street with only a handful of flyers still in my possession, I heard the best seven words in the English language. “Excuse me. Did you find my dog?” (Admit it, you just counted those seven words didn’t you?)

Anyway, needless to say I FLEW back to my house, threw the dog in the back seat and hauled butt down the hill to where the lady awaited her baby. I presented the dog and she was so grateful she asked, “How much do I pay you?” “Pay me?” I thought. “I should be paying you lady because after seeing the look on my kid’s faces, I thought I was going to have to keep this dog forever.”

“You don’t have to pay me.” I replied. “But can I drop by this evening so my kids can say goodbye?”

“Of course!” she said. “They can come visit Zimba anytime.”

So we did. At the end of the day the kids got to say goodbye to the dog and I got to come home to a poop-free home. I felt like I had won the lottery. No dog would be ruling my life today.

Zimba, I’m sure, was equally relieved.

Bye Bye Zimba!


  1. Did you at least tell her about the auction?

    Comment by Whit — March 5, 2009 @ 12:41 am

  2. LOL Whit!

    Zimba is a cute little guy. It’s amazing what kids will do for a dog. Unfortunately, the Webmaster is on your side for this one, and the kids and I have launched an all-out campaign for one. We don’t even have a cat, because we’re sure Tad would terrorize to death.

    Speaking of which, how did Nutmeg take to Zimba??

    Comment by Deanna — March 5, 2009 @ 9:08 am

  3. Awwww.

    You can only dodge that bullet for so long you know, eventually you WILL have to get a dog.

    We have a dachshund (black and tan) and the girls LOVE it.

    Comment by Kemp — March 5, 2009 @ 9:10 am

  4. So glad you found Zimba’s owner and what a fun adventure for the kids! But now that they’ve gotten a taste of having a pet? Watch out.

    Comment by Kate — March 5, 2009 @ 9:40 am

  5. Good of you to post the flyers.

    Comment by above average joe — March 5, 2009 @ 10:23 am

  6. Aww, you’re such a good guy.

    How wonderful for the kids to have a dog they can visit SOMEWHERE ELSE! LOL I’m a dog person. Have had dogs all my life, until January of this year when we put our old black lab to sleep. The house still seems empty without a pet around, but life sure is cleaner, easier and less complicated. (With a full-time job and 3 boys and a husband, I have enough on my plate.)

    FYI, gerbils are fun and easy.

    Comment by momto3cubs — March 5, 2009 @ 11:09 am

  7. Oh my goodness, what a cute puppy! I have one that same color. I don’t know how you gave it back!!!

    Comment by Stephanie — March 5, 2009 @ 11:14 am

  8. Isn’t he sweet looking? I’m so glad you found the owner.

    Comment by Julie — March 5, 2009 @ 12:57 pm

  9. And a happy ending for all! =)

    How did the kids handle the goodbye?

    Comment by Sarah @ — March 5, 2009 @ 1:41 pm

  10. I thought the best seven words in the English language were…

    “Go in peace. The mass has ended.”

    Comment by Ed (zoesdad) — March 5, 2009 @ 2:42 pm

  11. A happy ending for everyone, well, maybe except for Swee’Pea.

    Comment by Grandmother — March 5, 2009 @ 6:00 pm

  12. Zimba is such a cutie! Were the twins upset when he wasn’t there later in the day? At least they get to visit him at his house later.

    Comment by Claire Mason — March 5, 2009 @ 6:57 pm

  13. He looks so worried. I am glad you went to all that effort to get him home!

    Comment by memphislis — March 5, 2009 @ 7:52 pm

  14. I am not a dog person (or a pet person, actually) either. People look at me like I have two heads when I say that. You do know, though, that you and I will probably both be dog owners within the next few years…our kids will talk us into it. That was a really cute dog.

    Comment by Amy — March 5, 2009 @ 8:31 pm

  15. “(I have never seen my kids dress so quickly. I might keep a dog in the garage forever if it means we can get dressed without naked butts running around wildly while underwear sits atop heads.)”

    I am glad we are not the only family…….

    Comment by Sonya — March 6, 2009 @ 12:38 pm

  16. Zimba is an adorable dog and I’m sure that even if Zimba did not stay long in your house, you’ll miss that dog. You’re kind enough to take care of Zimba when he got lost.

    Comment by UPrinting Brochure Printing — March 9, 2009 @ 9:35 pm

  17. When I was a little girl I knew the name of every dog in the neighborhood! I would walk through the alleys and say hi to them all… weiner dog’s and akita’s all the same :-)

    Comment by MP — March 24, 2009 @ 5:40 am

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