Well, I'll tell the shortest version of a long story.
I live on some acres and as such have to take my trash to a dump.
I was rolling by Friday with the woman I'm seeing heading to drop off Darlene for grooming and take the woman to Valentine's Day lunch. (She works evening shift at hospital)
In in the dump there was a little critter running around that was preciously getting nearly under wheel. I threw my trash out and could see she was badly under weight. I went to pull a milk bone from a snack bag behind seat and critter tried to jump in.
Well, I gave her a snack and she quietly went to munching. Got back in the car, and "asked" female, hey any objections to dropping the little girl off at the shelter. Of course not, cause I'd have told her ass to get out if she did. I spoke with the trash dump attended and confirmed it wasn't his and someone left it. Offered to take it to the pound and he was happy because he was scared about the dog and wasn't sure what to do. (He couldn't leave).
So i head to the shelter which, of course, was closed until noon. So... quick shift, I decided to go to my vet which I know takes walk in for health assessment and shots. I volunteer at the shelter and figure it will make the dog more adoptable and to do my part for dog kind. They accept and can even give her a bath.
I take Darlene to the groomer and while I'm there snag a leash, collar and bag of food. Of course you need a bowl too. Just so, you know, I could figure out best plan for the dog.
We go nice lunch. During which the woman I'm seeing smiles after I explain i got the leash, collar, bowls and food. "Oh I figured that's what you put in the trunk."
I already knew... but then admitted it. I just adopted a new dog.
On the way back to the vet to pick up my new dog, girl friend came up with the name Valerie for Valentine's Day.
So... meet Valerie who has her shots, only had worms (already medicated) and is getting chipped and fixed ASAP.