My bleeding heart

I found a dog on the side of the road. Again. And for the umpteenth time I rescued a dog, printed up posters, searched for the owners, fed the dog, took him to the vet to look for a chip, scared my other dog to death b/c he thought he was getting replaced, and then finally after having a mangy mutt sleep on my couch for three days, reunited him with his owner.

Only this time, the dumb dog tore up our blinds. My soft spot for dogs cost me about $120 this time around.

Tonight Rob and I were driving home and we saw three dogs in our subdivision looking scared. We stopped. I petted them. I poured out some water for them. And then we kept going. My bleeding heart days are over.