The Sebastian Imposter

So... I've really thought hard about sharing this, but then I look back over texts that said: "There is a reason the Universe took your dog from you," and "I can see your powers of reason have not improved"... and I decided yes... at the expense of a bird who has slung more mud than the Mississippi, this story needs to be shared:

For most of you, I have been prodominately MIA. I don't really need to get in to the whys and wherefores, all I can say is don't take it personal... I'm working on myself at the moment and haven't allowed myself to get distracted.

Until last week... when an exroommate of mine said that my dog, Sebastian, who 3 years ago went missing, showed up at her house. Sounds miraculous? To good to be true?

Well it was. Now, I don't want to be a doomsdayer. Lord knows I love being optimistic, hopeful, and full of faith. At first I was taken with her story of him coming back. I was joyful of the prospect, I was dreading of the prospect, cause, Jesus, I live in LA and that means no yard and my building is a non-dog building... I would definitely have to make adjustments and changes in my life.

My rational side (in the form of a best friend) said, 'Slow down and ease in to this situation slowly. Wait to see proof. She is half crazy.' When I brought the idea forth to ex roommate, about seeing proof, she went NUTS. The angry texts were forthcoming, the hate spewing forth in a mad torrent of "Don't you think I know our own dog?" "Do you think this is some elaborate ruse?" "Why do you have such extreme trust issues?" as well as the comments I stated at the beginning of this blog. It was amazing to witness, her flipage of the lid. Way extreme and completely over the top...

Let's play a game: how many differences can you find in these two pictures? and yes, the eyes have been blacked out to protect the innocent.

An old family photo:

The resurrected (in the forefront):


Maybe she's white, and I'm black. I could very well be in denial. It could be "my inability to use my brain in simple ways" that I don't believe that in 3 years a dog that wasn't a puppy anymore when he left can grow floppy ears, change the markings in his coat, and fill out to twice his size.