{I can explain. Really, I can}

Things are going great.

All is well.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Business as usual.
And then. . .
BAM!!
Who and What is that creature lurking behind my son???

A mystery dog in our yard.

We've called neighbors all around.

We've called the vets.

We've looked in the paper.

We've checked for a police report.

Nope, Nothing, Not ta.

Soooo, in the meantime. . .

my kids are naming her.

Feeding her.

Fighting over who she will sleep with.

and.

Growing heavily attached. . .

What is a mom supposed to do?