Yesterday at work I was totally trying to puppy pawn her on everyone there. It was kind of like at Christmastime, when my Uncle Leo still taught and he tried to make all of us buy fruitcakes as a fundraiser.
Worst fundraiser ever.
He'd answer his phone, "Fruitcakes for sale!" You just wanted to bake him in a loaf with green cherries. Anyway, that was me yesterday at fake work. "Say, June, can you proofread this?" "I can if you take a puppy!"
Finally, the beleaguered guy who sits next to me, who did not remotely say I could blog about him so we will call him Not Todd, said, "You know, the news might be interested in this story. Maybe if you got on TV people would offer to take her."
You know? Not Todd, over there! With the good ideas! Wow! So I Googled "local news Greensboro" and the first thing to pop up was FOX 8, which some of my more annoying liberal friends gave me a hard time about and THE LOCAL AFFILIATE IS NOT THE SAME AS ME GOING ON HANNITY, YOU DOLTS.
Teach tolerance. Sometimes I feel like that is our slogan and not our action. Seriously.
Anyway, I emailed FOX We-Hate-Obama News (see what I did there? I wasn't tolerant) and SIX SECONDS LATER they called me. "Can we interview you now?"
So here is the story, and it gives my real name, but since ZADGE told you in the comments last night that I was on TV and most of you stalked it anyway, the majority of you already KNOW my real name.
The first person to not realize I embedded a link up there gets taken to the pound.
The story ran at 6:00--I was the lead teaser! They must know my high school reputation--and by 6:30 the emails started to roll in. "I'd like the dog. I live in an apartment." "culd i have that doggee?" "I have 12 Pit bulls and four snakes would love your dog."
Finally, though, I got an interesting email. It was from a fire department outside of town, in the country. "Can you call us?" it said. So I did.
The fireman was one of those people with SUCH a Southern accent that it took me awhile. But finally I heard that they have a fire station and had a brown dog for 12 years. "She just recently got real sick, here, and we hated to lose her," he told me. He said kids would come to the fire station and wonder why they didn't have a black and white dog, and some of the firemen had been saying they feel ready for a new one, and when he saw black and white Violet he said, "That's our dog!"
She would have firemen with her all the time, day and night, taking her for long runs and walks. She'd be indoors but there's also a back yard there for her. She could go visit schools and eat steak sometime and by the time he was done I was ready to put her in the car right then.
This morning, The Poet at work emailed me. "Violet's going to be a fire dog?" she asked. It's already been on the RADIO, that she's going there!
The good news is a bunch of firemen are coming over later and I didn't even set anything aflame this time. And I can visit her at the fire station--that is a requirement for me. I can be all Samantha on Sex and the City and stand there naked when they go to a fire.
Violet will be so embarrassed that I am her mom.