MY GIRLFRIEND GOT RID OF MY DOG WHILE I WAS AT WORK – AND IT’S NOT EVEN THE CRAZIEST PART!
I got my dog from a shelter when he was four months old, and we’ve been inseparable for five years already. My parents died in a car accident and I couldn’t find a reason to live without them until I met Frankie.
Recently, I moved in with my girlfriend Leslie. And imagine this: one day, I come home from work and can’t find Frankie anywhere. And then Leslie goes, “Oh, Frankie? He’s back at the shelter! You seriously thought I’d allow that monster to be around my future child someday?”
OBVIOUSLY, I kicked her out and RAN to the shelter to take Frankie home. But when I got there, they dropped the bombshell that changed my whole future life. My dog .. …I rushed to the front desk, practically gasping for air. “Is Frankie here? My girlfriend—ex-girlfriend—brought him this morning. I need him back,” I blurted out.
The receptionist glanced at me, then at the computer, tapping a few keys. “Yes, we do have a Frankie here—same microchip number, same description. But, um…” She frowned. “The vet on staff ran some quick tests ….
