I had to go put gas in the car after work tonight. On my way home I was sitting at the intersection by my house and a dog ran across the street. The stupid dog came up to my window and jumped up like she was happy to see me. I shooed her away and turned into my street, but noticed that she was running around in the intersection while people were driving around her. That kinda scared me so I opened the window and called her over to me so she'd get out of the intersection and she JUMPED RIGHT IN MY WINDOW. This is a golden retriever...a pretty big dog to jump into your window right onto your lap!
So I took her home. She was really hyper and excited and it took me and Joe both to hold her down to read the phone number off of the tag around her neck. When I got her owner on the phone he seemed pretty unconcerned. I think he may have been high or something because he was talking really slow and monotone.
"Hello, this is..."
"You have my dog?"
"Yes, I found her up the street and..."
"Uh....yes...she was running around in the intersection and almost got hit though."
"Okay, I'll be there to pick her up in 5 minutes."
Strange redneck dude came to pick up his sweet but hyper dog after calling again because he messed up our address when writing it down. I know I'm a redneck so I shouldn't point out that others are, but when you pick up your dog from a stranger, tell them she's always escaping and then spit in their driveway you're really a strange redneck.
At least it was fun to have a puppy running around the house for a little bit and see Jingle all freaked out.