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Stinky little puppy shoved up next to me, snoring softly and groaning occasionally.
2 Old Maids in the chair across the room, sleeping and occasionally cracking open an eye to glare at the puppy.
1 more Old Maid on the floor, pretty sure her comfortable life has ended, to be replaced with purgatory in the form of stinky puppy.
Only 1 Old Maid is showing any sort of enthusiasm for the stinky puppy, and even that is dubious. She tries, nosing him gently and swishing her tail once or twice, and he tries, but it’s like a 2 year old trying to play with a 29 year old Librarian who never wanted kids.
I amsure eventually everything will all settle in.
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Terry got in touch with Missy at Porth Kennels, and we drove the 2-1/2 hours to look at puppies. There were several to choose from, and rather than choosing one (how do you pick just one?), Terry sat down in the little pen and allowed 11 pups to crawl all over him. 3 ignored him completely, 5 sniffed him over then walked away, 2 played with him a bit, and 1 crawled in his lap and refused to leave.
A dog and his ankles
His name is Homer, and our Old Lady dogs treat him like he’s made of kryptonite. The cats are pretty sure he’s Up To No Good, and watch him carefully from a high place that he can’t reach. He is sweet and quiet, so far.
Lacy, at the top, is pretty sure Homer is up to no good.
His favorite place is on Terry’s shoulders, though he seems to settle for next to him on the couch, in a pinch.
A Man And His Dog
