The weekend was full of good deeds. I picked up a little puppy dog that was wandering the dark streets after debating it with my friends - do you think he is lost? Or just moseying around? My parents' reactions were just as I imagined - I showed up with a big box of beer AND a new dog; my dad wouldn't even look up at me.

Awhile later a suburban pulled up and a Texas dad - they have doe eyes, and accents - and his six weepy girls all come pouring out, fawning over the dog as I passed him over to them. "He just freaked out by the pool and ran, and we didn't even know where to start lookin'. We were so worried. Come here, you crazy dog."

Probably the best thing I will do all year.

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We also rescued these two girls who were stranded in the lake on a broken jet ski, but the dog story was cuter. Not just one weepy kid, but six long-haired girls, each one a different height.