Well, I took Clara to my husband's motorcycle race today. She got so much attention there! People kept stopping her to tell her what a pretty girl she was. I took her sky high in the stadium. She walked up all of those stairs, laid down, surrounded by hundreds of people. The loud noises of the bikes did not scare her. Our place in the pit was right by where all the bikes exit. The bikes whizzing by didn't phase her.
On the way home, my husband said "Aww, what's another dog...let's keep her." I got all excited.
Then, I get home and her dad was on the answer machine. Her name is actually Tasha, she is 7 months old and she is a purebred husky. I was happy to see her go back to her family, but bummed that I didn't keep her. When we pulled up in front of her house, she knew where we were. She ran up to the door all happy. Her dad's name was Joe, a young single guy. He was so excited to see her.
I told Joe that if he ever needs a pet sitter or needs to get rid of Tasha, that we are right around the corner.
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But I'm happy that her daddy found her.
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