If there ever was a sign...

So last night, being my last night here at home, I was cuddling with my neurotic pup and silently sobbing.  A few minutes into the moment, my mom calls me from downstairs screaming to come down.  I quickly splashed water on my face and ran downstairs to see what the commotion was about.
Turns out, my brother was about to leave and saw this creature running around the front yard.  "A PUPPY IS LOOSE!" He was screaming.  He managed to trap it in his car, but then, being the bright boy he is, opened the door for me to go get it but I was about 20 feet from the car.  The large pup jumps out and starts sprinting around again.  It is a dark chocolate dog, and it is dark outside, so I immediately panic.  Grabbed some treats and a leash, and the cute little gal just trotted right up to me.
Once secured, I brought "Coco Puff" inside to hang out with Oz man as we figured out what to do with her.  She was not a puppy, but certainly just over a year old pointer breed of some sort, so full of energy.  I let her loose in the house as I brainstormed what to do.  Happy with her new freedom, she started racing around the house as Ozzie tore off after her.  A series of spin moves and rolls, she was a bundle of energy. Oz took an extreme liking and they instantly became best friends.
I decided to notify the police as "Coco Puff" gobbled down Ozzie's dinner (untouched by him of course) and it turns out someone had reported a missing dog not more than 15 minutes prior to my call.  They said they would call the owner and have them come get the pup. 
Long story short, "Coco Puff" was actually "Liddy" and the owner was visiting a friend just down the road with her, and she decided to go for an evening jaunt around town. 

I could think of no better sign that I am in fact meant to be heading off to vet school today. 
Next time you hear from me... it will be from the lovely city of Edinburgh.
Peace, Love and Puppies,
Dr. Smelly