Hangovers are better with puppies, less so when they are puppies you had no idea were in your house when you passed out.
Leonard Donckle was in no shape to ask who the puppies belonged to, so he made an immediate and ill informed decision to keep them.
He named one Sandman, because it was sleeping when he first saw it.
When he took the dogs outside, Leonard guessed someone might exclaim “ those are the puppies I lost” and Leonard would go to work on Monday claiming he adopted two puppies and they got stolen.
Leonard was not the least bit concerned with how the puppies wound up in his house.
He was concerned that Sandman yapped incessantly and now he was scared to name the other puppy. But he had to name the other puppy, because naming the puppy made it his, and when it was his, he had the right to complain when someone reclaimed their dogs.
Leonard wasn't concerned with the truth. Leonard was only concerned that people felt sorry for Leonard.
Leonard sat crosslegged in his front yard, and the puppies began to crawl all over him.
Leonard fell backward, giggling.
Cheryl Osborne drove by , looked, looked again, looked a third time.
Her first thought was “ Is that Lenny Misery?”
Her second thought was “ Who the hell would let that morose psycho play with their puppies?”
And her third thought was “ Holy shit, Lenny Misery looks like the happiest person alive.”
That was a good funny.
Misery loves puppies!
Fun ending to a very fun story.