I love you, Esteban. You are the sweetest most sweet sweety thing ever. You lie on my deck and talk to my kids through the sliding glass door. You just want to come and snuggle on our couch. You just want a family.
Somehow you knew I'd give in and feed you a stale chicken nugget and a cold turkey dog. I held out, man. I can't let you stay but after four days, I just couldn't be an a-hole anymore.
Also, I'm sorry that my kids do not yet understand the concept of personal space. Really, I am. But can I just say that you have amazing patience? I am so impressed, dude. Mr. Pants got a little too close for comfort like seventy-two times and you didn't swipe or bite him. Bravo, man, Bravo. And when Plum screamed like she was on fire and chased you across the yard? Total poise, Esteban. You are a class act.
So I will find you a home before the nights get so cold that you freeze. I will find someone to love you. I promise. I wish that it could be us, but it can't. You make my eyes hurt and my nose run. So for now, Daddy is out in the garage making you a warmer home in our old broken recliner and I will be out soon to feed you last night's left over chicken nuggets.
Yep, we're suckers.