This morning, I was walking Kilo, just outside Riverside Park, when I cam across a pet carrier. Upon closer inspection, I saw there was a dog in there. I noticed she didn't have a collar or any tags.
When I opened the carrier, I could immediately tell she was malnourished. I also guessed she's a Cockapoo. I had no idea how old she was, but I could feel her spine and ribs when I stroked her back and sides.
Feeling like a seven year old, I brought her home (Surprise Josie!) and later took her to the vet. The good news is she seems to be fine, though her weight, at 8 pounds is about a third of what it should be (the vet estimated her age at three).
We are gonna keep her for now, though not sure if it will be permanent as adding a skittish Cockapoo to our household, which includes an energetic pittie and a pregnant wife may not be the most brilliant of ideas.
Then again, who said I was brilliant?