Odette was at work today, and I was spending some time detailing the kitchen when Steve from across the street knocked on my door. I see him walking his dog all the time, so it didn't surprise me that he came with one. He said: "Hi! I have something for you." I looked at his hands and then around a bit. "Really? What?", I asked. "This dog!", he answered with a grin.
Long story short, his adult daughter found the dog and was unable to find the owner. She already has her hands full with her own dog, so she was looking for someone to take it. "Keep it for a couple days, see if you like him... we call him Max," Steve told me. So I took Max!