Found the dog. Via the miracle of the internet, I called and like, the dude was like, "no such pet has been turned in." Then he started talking about the Facebook page wherein I could post a heartfelt message or plea or whatever.
And I was like, YEAH but it's FB.
But then I was like, "YEAH but it's the KID'S DOG." So I looked, and I guess the dude does not keep track of his FB page well (he sounded harried) because there was a picture of the dog with a "Post your name and address and phone number and we will be in touch." So I called the husband and like, made him create a FB account to do it (he was getting ready to leave) and like, it was almost like he was ANGRY the dog had been found. Like, he had fatalistically given up or whatever" and I was like "I DON'T CARE WHEN YOU LEAVE YOU LOST THE DOG I TOOK TIME AT WORK TO FIND THE 58yt^%$e$%^ DOG, YOU POST THE MESSAGE AND THEN YOU WAIT OR I WILL KILL YOU." Type thing.
He left the dog here. I think he may have had words with the dog, because the dog was all shivery and traumatized like those little dogs get. I will let him in as I cook dinner, not before because, well, part of the reason the dog is with us is, it's not house trainable. We have tried EVERYTHING. If I let him in to his "special place'" I will be cleaning up dog poop every morning. That's not fun.
In any case my mom was all excited. I should ask her to pray for me AT ALL times, because man, then every good thing that happens to me will be her doing and she will be happy.
Kid remains unaware that dog was like, gone. Seriously though had I NOT gone poking around the internet I would never have found that post. I did not access the dog pound via FB, let me put it that way.
But I'm not going to say mean things about FB, for like at LEAST one day.
Anna