150 nutpugs in the shape of a man

This is Parking Lot! He is about five weeks old and was thrown out of someone’s car in a parking lot, and in a few weeks, he will be needing a home. Parking Lot is going to be adoptable from the Sevier County Animal Care Center, so there will be an adoption fee, but he will be fully vaccinated and neutered.

Parking Lot is already litter box trained, and we are working on socialization and stimulus exposure. He is already very, very friendly though and loves to snuggle. I do have formal animal training experience (cats, raccoons, all kinds of critters), so if you adopt him, I can guarantee he will be an amazing indoor only house cat.

last night someone left the door open and none of us could figure out who did it. not a huge deal but it’s important to keep the animals in, if they were to get out of their room into the main space. since we all swore we shut it behind us we decided to look back at the motion sensor game cam to see if it bounced open or something so we could fix it so it wouldn’t do that.

i was like “it had to have somehow bounced open. it’s not like anyone out here would be breaking in.”

my friend joked, “there were a few deer in the pasture last night that looked shifty.”

Well you’re never gonna fucking believe this. 

Today this woman called our information desk and said, “my son’s band is playing tonight. I want to come see him, but he never answers his phone…..I want to be there. Have you heard anything about his band?”

And I felt so bad for this lady but I’m not in the music scene around here so I had to tell her no, sorry.

Five hours later, I’m hiking and run into a group of guys setting up for some outdoor performance, and as I watch them unload the drums it hits me.

“Hey,” I said, “are y’all in a band?”

They said yeah and smiled and I told them “one of your moms called today. She wants to watch you play, but she can’t get a hold of you. Call your mom.”

And they all pulled out their phones and started discussing whose mom it probably was as they presumably dialed their own.

And now, unless we meet again and recognize each other, that’s who I’ll be forever to those guys–some mysterious courier for mom-messages who came out of the woods and told them their mom called.

I didn’t even tell them why their mom called me. Who am I to their mom?? Nobody even asked. They just took my word for it and called their mothers.