Last weekend, we found a lost puppy cruising down the alley behind Jon’s house and rescued him from the scorching heat. He was the coolest little puppy I’ve ever met in my life: he watched TV with me on the couch and “talked back” when you spoke to him. I decided to name him Tyson but Jon wanted to call him Mike (because he thought it was cool to give a regular person’s name to a dog). Anyways, we called him Mike Tyson. He only stayed over for one night before we gave him to the neighbor to watch temporarily. No matter how much we wanted to keep him for ourselves, we couldn’t. But it was too late. We were already attached. Jon made Found signs but no one called for days. I was afraid we would have to give up Mike to the pound. Fortunately, the neighbor decided today to keep him and that we could “share” Mike. We were so happy to have found him a good home and right next door! I can’t wait to watch Mike grow up to be an awesome dog.