Good Samaritan or ...

Hey Everyone,
This latest blog adventure spans 2 days so stop if you are bored and then begin again like I do everything in my life(heehee)
So here goes...Every year my family and I attend a Japanese festival at our community center and every year it is filled to the gills, fins and other gut parts with not only Asians from all over the valley but also people of every race. This includes the neighborhood that surrounds the center. Now Im not saying this to be predjudice but the area where the center is is less than desirable area to live in and some areas surrounding t are just downright scary, well, if you are comfortbable with AK47s,gangbangers and tattooed grandmas and helicopters flying in motion to catch the latest raid, you would fit right in but otherwise-NOT. I grew up going here since I was little so the noise and terror dont seem to be a problem for me anymore.
When the SWAT teams runs through and advises to duck into buildings, I guess its gettings a little rough but for me it is a wonderful event no matter what each year. With wonderful food and Japanese arts and dancing it cant be beat. This year it happened to be especailly crowded because it was the 4th of July weekend so inevitably there were fluffy guests who were scared into attending this event to seek refuge from the firecrackers being set off. You may not know me well yet but I can tell you now that give me a lost soul wheter it is human or other form and Im all about making things right so when I saw this scrawney little dog about 9 months old racing across the highway to get to the carnival, I had to act.

I ended up carrying this little dog for 5 hours (stupid, but so me) trying to find its owner and then at the end of the evening I decided I couldnt leave her. She was the swetest little dog I have ever come across but I knew I couldnt take her as she had as much chance living at my house as becoming Americas Next Top Model with Kujo and Killer my dogs and The Last Samurai my husband if I brought another lost cause to our doorstop.So I thought hard and brought it to one of my besties (angel on the wrong block) and they opened their house to this lost little furball for a night.
After her brief but menaingful stay where her dog became a neurotic mess and the bath from you know where, she was all clean and they were so kind to make some flyers for me I took her back the next evening and proceeded to post flyers around the area hoping someone might call.

While I was taping my last flyer up on to a nasty telephone line who looked like it had seen many flyers of this sort and some other gross things living on it, I heard someone yell out to me from across the way from the Center. "Hey, thats my dog", she said and I turned around hoping to find Mary Poppins and Mother Therea all in one caring package but instead I saw the lady from "Addicted" and "Hoarders" all in one- wait, maybe she was the lady from Throw Momma From the Train"(just to give you a visual)
She went on and on about how God must have sent me to give her dog back to her and all about her health etc and finally I relented and handed her the dog. Here's the thing, the dog looks at me and I look at her and she is crying and frozen with fear and so am I- Im thinking this is what the dog is thinking : HOLY CRAP not again! are you flippin wacked? Im not going with this crackhead old lady again!" I just escaped and now Im right back in her grubby paws!a Thanks, Thanks alot Fatty!".
We have all seen the movie when a someone is being led to the gas chamber and they yell out "IM INNOCENT" if this dog could yell, Im sure this is her plea. She was the owner but man, I wish it wasnt true. So you think that was the end of the whole sad story but guess what this on this night my chance to be a Good Samaritan didnt expire just yet...
Not 2 hours later my daughter (who God bless her soul) is like me in so many ways walks up to me and on the end of leash at the CARNIVAL AGAIN is ANOTHER STINKIN LOST SOUL -fatter stubbier and furrier but still another lost soul. HOW does this happen to me??? She says with a grin : Look Mom, we found another one. HERE we go again.... God Bless The Sucker