A friend of mine called one day, saying her son had come running inside, yelling about a dog in their yard. Expecting a large, possibly aggressive dog, she opened the door cautiously—ready to shut it again quickly and call for help. But instead, she saw a tiny, filthy, smelly Miniature Pinscher standing there.
The little guy didn’t have a collar, and no one nearby claimed him. She tried bringing him inside, but her cat wasn’t having it. Since she worked on weekends and didn’t want to leave the dog alone, she called us and asked if we could take him—just for a couple of days—until she figured something out.
We agreed, thinking it would just be a short-term stay. I asked if she had checked for a microchip, and when she said no, I told her we’d stop at the vet on the way home. But as the minutes passed, we found ourselves falling more and more in love with him. We didn’t even make it to the vet before stopping at a pet store to pick up supplies—we already knew in our hearts he was staying with us.
At the vet’s office, a tech scanned him, and our excitement faded a bit when we learned he was chipped and had an owner—clear across town. Apparently, this little guy had been wandering as a stray for miles. The clinic called the registered owner, and to our shock, she replied, “I don’t want him anymore. Do whatever you want with him.”
It was heartbreaking—and also relieving. Because that meant we could give him the home he deserved. We updated his information, brought him home, gave him a good bath, and officially named him Zed.
Now, four years later, he’s a beloved part of our family. He either sleeps with us or cuddles with our daughter, who loves dressing him up (and he happily soaks in the attention). When our baby boy was born, Zed instantly became his tiny guardian. Our son tugs on him, plays a little rough sometimes, but Zed always stays gentle—almost as if he’s smiling through it all.
Zed found his way to us, and now he’s truly home.
Credit to the rightful owner~