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.
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.
His favorite place is on Terry’s shoulders, though he seems to settle for next to him on the couch, in a pinch.