It Was Unintended. . .Really

How many unexpected children come into the world because nice people meet each other for dinner and drinks in a bar and the next thing you know one thing is leading to another?

Well, let me tell you – it can happen to anyone.

We met a friend from Toledo for dinner in a bar last night and came home with this.

Seriously.

His name is Oscar and he's the sweetest, craziest, most freaked-out dog I've ever met. Scott has had him for a few months and Oscar is truly a special needs kind of dog. And you know that the way to Ali's heart is just to mention the words "special" and "needs" in the same sentence. (Why do you think she's with me??)

After 12 hours in our laundry room I can say that his "special needs" are far beyond our capabilities. He has peed and pooped all over everything. He's so far off the scale of being scared he makes Sammy look hostile – and Sammy is the most gentle dog I've ever met. (Except for that one squirrel killing incident of which we agreed to never speak again if he promised to never do it again.)

The saving grace of this sordid little tale is that, unlike most situations that lead to unexpected children late on a Friday night, this little boy is going back where he came from.