Puppy Max

Last Friday, a co-worker asked for a tiny cup of milk during lunch. I gave him that look. He was not the type to chug milk after gobbling a fat burrito, but pointed my finger towards the fridge anyway. I asked him what accounted for the sudden change in diet, and he shot me back that "shut up" look. I followed him to his car, and saw this tiny puppy lounging on a towel. We fed him the milk in a cup and it was all gone in a blink. The puppy was on its way to the dog pound because my co-worker is unable to keep two puppies in his apartment. I offered to take him for the night, and next thing I realized, the guy was handing me the towel, a list of things that the puppy needs to have, and the empty cup. I brought him home later that evening in an empty cardboard box. He spent his first night in the house in my bedroom floor. Stayed nice and pooped and pissed in all the right places, only on the tile floor, never on the rugs and the throw. The weekend was uneventful, and the puppy adjusted quite well with moving into a household with a boxer mix, two big red parrots, a cage full of finches and parakeets,a pond of koi, the possum hanging out by the fence, the neighbor's fat cat who likes the poolside, and the countless crows and sparrows who sweep down on the spilled bird food by the bird cages. It must have been overwhelming for the tiny guy, but he fared quite well. I brought him to work today, and he stayed on the shaded patio in the back of the small office. He enjoyed rolling on the grass, before the gardener came by in the afternoon to clip the turf short. I kept him engrossed with a stuffed posse of a monkey, bunny and a plush puppy, in his spacious travel crib.