When I got home from the airport, Jacob was pulling into the driveway at the same time, so he opened the front door and the boys came running at me. Even Andy was happy to see me! In fact, he was so happy, that when he jumped up, he wrapped his paws around my waist to hug me, and his sharp thumbnail ripped my shirt. I've been giving them both a ton of kisses all night. Andy's already back to ignoring me, but Oscar still seems happy I came home!
A little bit later, Jacob and I took the boys for their walk, and as we were getting close to home, a lost dog ran across the street towards us and was trying to play with Andy and Oscar. He had a collar with tags on, so of course we wouldn't just leave him. I ran the dogs back to our apartment and grabbed a leash and Jacob's cell phone so we could call the owners and look up their address on his phone if they didn't answer. We were standing on the corner where we initially saw the dog and were trying to figure out what to do, because the owners wouldn't answer and their address was all the way across town--almost an impossible distance and route for this dog to take since it would have had to go under the interstate, and cross several "busy" roads. As we're trying to figure out what to do, the owner of the duplex whose sidewalk we were on comes out and says "Do you need to be on my grass?" I looked down and realized we were both like 2 inches off the sidewalk and standing in her grass. We told her we were just trying to figure out where this lost dog belonged and were trying to return him, and she paused, then, unfazed, repeated, "but do you need to be on my grass?" Good grief lady, we're trying to make sure this dog doesn't get hit by a car, and you're worried about your crappy, uncut grass? I rolled my eyes, took one step back onto the sidewalk, and gave her one of these: