So I woke up one morning after a night of a few too many and I wasn’t alone. No, I didn’t meet a girl, but there was a really sweet dog in my room and I had no idea where he came from. No one I was with the night before saw me with a dog either. This was during the 2010 World Cup, so I just went with it. I named him Carl and took him out to the bars to watch all the games with me. Sadly after 4-5 days I found out it was a neighbors dog that I never met. I returned him, but still went back every week or so to take him out with me. After a few months his real owner got a job that involved a lot of travel so now Carl lives with me and we can’t wait until World Cup 2014.