It became more of a "I want to make sure how to keep the puppy comfortable while I try to find the owner." The puppy was with me for like five hours and it's about a third the size of my work-area. I spoke with my aunt who is one of those biggest dog lovers I know and so I gave the puppy my lunch of a meatball sub. I just didn't give him the bread, but I gave the meatballs.
Turns out we had a phone number for the puppy's owner, but the person who had the number didn't really try in finding it through the messy drawer, so that's what partially took so long.
I also get naturally nervous about a puppy that size that I don't know. (I keep saying puppy, but it's truthfully probably an eight or nine year old dog.) When I see dogs, I want to kiss and hug and cuddle with them, but I simply pet the dog on the top of the head and left it at that.