Well, the little dog who has been coming and going decided to stay. Our 11-year-old next-door #2 grandson really really really wanted him to, so we’re all delighted. #2 has been studying Greek history and mythology, so he named the pup Hector.
He thinks this is funny, since Hector was a big hero and the dog is miniscule. He doesn’t know an old saying that means “for a long time”: “Since Hector was a pup” as in “Oh, yeah, we go way back. I’ve known her since Hector was a pup.”
Oh, wait, that’s not a good picture. Let me try again:
Thanks, Joe. ~sigh~ One more time:
~deep sigh~ Okay, it looks like that’s as good as I’m gonna get.
#1 daughter and her husband let the pup sleep indoors at night and let him out during the day. He’s such a good dog! He (often) comes when he’s called, he’ll stay when he’s told to, he understands a simple No, he can Sit on command.
Joe likes him and plays with him, unless I pay too much attention to Hector. Then Joe growls at him and stays between us so Hector can’t come close to me. I’m thinking of buying Joe a suit and tie and some sunglasses. Maybe one of those wires snaking out of his ear.
So here’s a happy ending for a little dog lost. We have a feeling he got dumped, but he’s rolling in clover, now. 🙂
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: An old friend gets in the way of a new friendship.