Meet Sebastian.

So I think I sort of have a new dog.

Back in ’08, we had the meth-addict neighbor Martin. He lived across the street and did weird shit like mow our grass without asking if we wanted to pay him to do it and run extension cords across the street to steal our power.

Martin had two dogs; a long haired black dog named Buddy and a really pretty brown dog named Sebastian. When Martin was kicked out of his house last year, he (from what I heard) took his dogs and let them out on the parkway. We never saw or heard from them after that.

Cut to last week and while she is on her way out the door to work Jessie notices a brown dog in our yard. She tells me that it is a stray and to be wary of it when I go outside with Chili.

Around lunch I walk out to check the mail and there the dog is. It’s nice and friendly, if not a bit underfed. It’s Sebastian. He has no tags and keeps walking across the street to Martin’s old house. He runs and plays with Chili a bunch and comes to me when I call him by his name.

I talk to Jessie when she gets home and she agrees that it is probably Sebastian. My neighbors aren’t sure about where he came from and neither am I.

So now, our pack has grown. I wonder if it will ever stop. Jessie, Chili, Spooky, The Peach, Frank, Moe and Sebastian: that’s a mouthful.