Most of the time I think my wife and I have really big hearts, especially for animals, but sometimes I think we're sort of dumb.
Last night my family was playing in the front yard when a rogue puppy bounded out from behind the neighbor's house and joined in the family fun. No one knew where he came from, and none of our neighbors recognized him. My wife and I's solution? Let him stay until we find where he belongs.
Note to self: puppy teeth are sharp and a puddle of puppy whiz is cold in the middle of the night.