Exactly 4 months ago, on a hot September 3rd morning, I was at the end of my block finishing a quick run before some UNT tailgating when a little doggy sprinted across the street and proceeded to run up behind me. Stopping at the corner, I turned around to greet the little thing and to see what I could do about finding where he came from. No one was outside, he didn't have a collar on, and he was too cute to ignore. As I caught my breath and tried to figure out what to do next, he was perfectly fine with just stretching out next to me and relaxing. my first rescue attempt // th e moment we first met Fortunately, he was small enough where I could hold onto him and go house to house down the entire street to see if anyone had been missing him. Sadly no one seemed to be missing a clearly taken care of puppy who was already house/potty trained and already had a couple of tricks up his sleeve. He wasn't chipped (we went to Petsmart right after)