A great f*cking morning

I woke up today to a txt from my roommate asking me to take care of Big K since he wouldn't be back for a little while. Big K is his dog. I let Big K out to do his business in what should have been an enclosed back yard. Big K, after finishing his business, decided that going back into the house was too boring so he squeezed himself through a gap in the fence and was now running wild in the street. Knowing that my roommate would murder me with a tire iron if anything happened to his dog, I ran out after him. I couldn't catch him on account of a trauma he must have received from another tall, dark Hispanic man that required him to whine and run around the neighborhood avoiding me like the plague. He decided to take himself out on a walk and I finally caught up with him about 3 blocks down. I commanded him (yeah right!) to stay as I inched closer and then before he could bolt, I picked him up and began the long walk in my underwear to the house. Thankfully he was not hit by a car or something. He is currently safe and but not sound, cowering in my roommates room while I write this. What a great way to wake up on a Saturday morning.