Mi nombre no es Roofy

I have happy/sad/happy/sad news. Roofy, nay, Pepe, is back with his family. His family went to the pound yesterday and saw the picture of Roofy. They called my mother in law and wisely my mother in law grilled the people who claimed to be his family. She asked if he was fixed or not and for any distinguishing markings. She asked for his name and then went and called him by the name they call him, Pepe. Roofy came running. It seemed that they were indeed his family and that his name really was Pepe.

An hour later the family came and claimed their pooch. My mother in law gave them orders to get micro-chipped and fixed. They promised to do both. Then they took Roofy away.

I am of course happy for the five year old boy who had been grieving the loss of Pepe for days. That said, I am so sad for Lily, my mother in law and me. My M.I.L fell hard for Roofy, as one would do with such an adorable dog. I know she misses him. When we go back to visit my in laws,Lily, He-weasel and I will miss him too. I miss him already.

Bye, Roofy. Adios, Pepe.

Picture of Roofy(Pepe)Lily, and my hand was taken at my in-laws house by my F.I.L.