(according to hubby) he found said *IT* last night along the interstate 20 while on his way home. contained in this package of about 20 pounds is quite a bit of trouble. it is red, with beady little eyes that seem to have a distant stare, like it's looking into your stomach for food. it has an exasperating amount of energy. it's quite short with a longer body and these stringy little legs. it's not shy. it came barging through my door and all over my house the second it got here. it likes to poop ON beds. i found that out within ten minutes of meeting it. it is apparently a boy, because of the humping that seems to happen to everything in my house if you don't keep an eye on *IT.* it likes to eat random things. in fact, it will eat anything. and everything. it will not leave food alone, even after three bowls. it will not walk on the grass in the back yard... but it will on the grass in the front yard. i can imagine how *it* got away or even why someone may have dumped it, as the second the door opens, he's gone but is like a boomerang and just comes back eventually. not to mention his non existent manners. it jumps, and runs over everything, including people and computers. and tables. and everything else from 4 foot down. as said before, it has literally no matters. husband deemed said *it* "bull" on his drive home. aiden quickly changed it to "bull sit" (say that fast and you'll know exactly what he calls him) in a desperate attempt to get him to calm down. i call him "it" or "thing" because i have no idea what "it" is or is supposed to be, except that i can imagine it would be considered a dog or maybe a science experiment. with all this energy if i could contain it i would be running marathons my whole life until my body just gave out. i'm hoping to find *it's* home soon, my sanity is running very short, or that *it* at least calms down and will sit still for just long enough for me to recuperate from my experience with him and figure out what to do.
pictures will be here as soon as i find my camera again. hopefully before that happens we'll have found *it's* home. (someone save me!)