Okay folks, long one.
I (23F, if that matters) live in a city in Europe (not saying which cause privacy, but trust me, you've heard of it). I model, sell my art on Etsy and work at a bar (cozzylivs amirite?) til modelling takes off fingers crossed!
(Burner btw, or my DMs = creeps. Some of you lot are gross, just sayin.)
Month ago I walked home from the bar, 2am, sober, through this dark af park. Going round is half an hour extra and I'd rather get murdered than lose beauty sleep lol.
I hear something in a bush. Foxes everywhere here, but I stop. Then something jumps out and runs at me. I think wolf or coyote (don't judge, there's a zoo nearby, quick thinking tbh). Then it hits the streetlight and it's a DOG!
He hides between my legs. Jack russell-ish, handbag-sized, super cute (bit Jacob Elordi lol). Matted fur, no collar, no tag, nobody around. I walk, he follows. At mine he trots up the stairs like he lives there. Reincarnation of Fredo (my old dog, RIP)?? Not superstitious haha.
I gave him leftover chicken, then cookies (ikik, sugar-free, relax!) and he sits in Fredo's old bed I could never throw out. Stays up all night watching me. I can't!!
Next day I buy dog food, come home, tail going, I'm crying. In daylight his fur's grey and crusty so I bathe him and shave him with my ex's razor (men and dogs, same thing, am I right ladies?).
Then I did a Twitch stream for names, shared to my Insta (I'm not famous but got like 20k followers from modelling and brand reels). Someone sends a tenner and says call him Lucky cause he's so lucky I rescued him. Crying again.
Day off, I take him to the hills and I think he gets it's home now.
Happily ever after? WRONG. A week later there's a poster outside the offie saying MISSING DOG. Above a pic of Lucky. WTF?! Apparently he's called Brand. BRAND?? (it's from cattle farming fyi). At home I call Brand, nothing. I call Lucky, tail goes. Checkmate.
Still shook, I call Ruby (not her real name), one of the girls, teacher so v smart. She says find the owner. I rip the poster down, shop guy's like WTF, I say it's my dog (white lie), he asks for my number (gross), I bounce. Address is in that area with all the mosques and kebab shops, you know (nothing against them, just don't feel safe there). Street View: junk in the front garden, burn-rubbish-in-a-barrel vibes. Ruby's like yeah don't give him back, who knows what they'd do.
Next day my BFF Iris (also not real name), back from Barcelona, meets Lucky, loves him, asks which shelter. I tell her and she goes, mega condescending, "You stole a dog?" Huge row. I'm like he was in bad shape, she's like yeah but now you know whose he is, I'm like what if they're bad people?? Lucky's on her lap the WHOLE time, obsessed, and she still says give him back. Ruby (bless) rocks up and backs me, but Iris goes "Bitch you're crazy" and walks out. Now she's ghosting me even tho I invited her on a walk with us. Crazy, right?
Don't hold back. AITB?