*SQUEE*

Tonight we got a call letting us know there was a lost puppy in the Arboretum. So I head over with a lead to collect him.

Did you know silver rottweilers existed? Neither did I. But they are ADORABLE. This little guy was really well-trained. We took him back to the office, let him settle in, and gave him a bed made of lost-and-found clothes while Dispatcher went to work putting out ads.

So puppy passes out behind the counter where no one can see him, farting contentedly in his sleep. A girl comes in to report her car stolen, and is clearly trying hard not to cry. She's on the phone with her parents, waiting for the police, and giving us her info, all the while clearly stressed out. She gets off the phone, there's a pause, and I have an epiphany.

"I don't know if it would help, but there is a lost puppy back here that would probably love for you to pet him."

She was a lot calmer and more relaxed by the time the police arrived. Clearly, puppies fix everything.