Look who we found.
Or, more appropriately, look who found us. This daredevil was doing a little vehicular cavorting in the middle of our street. So, I called out "Hey buddy!" and he ran into my arms. (heart melts.) I named him Yermo Muppet. Because I think Yermo is a perfect dog name. And he looks like a Muppet.
He obviously belonged to a family and I think we found them...but not sure if we want to turn him over. You see, they think their landlord untied him one day on purpose. He complained about the dog crying and whimpering all the time. They live on the same property as their landlord. We would be horrified to find him on the street again.
What to do?