I found a puppy tonight. Or, really, it found me. I noticed that Werthers was stalking something when I came home, and then saw him. I think he's a little beagle. Two or three months old, tall enough to jump, and fall, out of a recycling bin. That was the best idea I could come up with, for giving him a place to be for the night.
Werthers is in my car. The puppy is in the recycling bin in the garage, with the pedestrian door shut. There are both food and water in the bin with the puppy, as well as a blanket.