Homer. How does one describe such a beast? Homer's stay at our house was the result of a long and frustrating morning. On the last day of puppy sitting him and his infinitely better-behaved sibling, Calliope, the aforementioned devil found his way out the front door. No problem. He was just across the street so all I had to do was walk over, grab him, and walk him into the house. When I got close to him, however, he darted. I chased him around the back of the house. No problem. The yard was fenced in so it was just a matter of cornering him. He disappeared. How he managed to dissolve into a million pieces, breeze through the fence, and regroup on the other side is a mystery to me (and likely a miracle most physicists would die to see). After searching for an hour, I went home. The weather was chilly and wet and I was tired of running around. An hour later (after many visions of him being hit by a speeding car on Foothill), I came back to find him perched on the front stoop. The problem? In the shuffle after his escape and my ensuing foot chase, I lost the key to the house. So there I was, dog in hand and no way to put him inside. He came home with me for a few hours until I realized I could toss him (gently) over the gate and put him in the outside dog run. I haven't puppy sat since.
Sam found me as I was walking into my house last week. I was sick and carrying more than I could handle. Out of nowhere, he jumped up and gave me a series of quick licks on the face. I fell in love instantly. He was cute, puppyish, and generally just adorable. As I live near a quite busy road and saw no dogless people around, I brought him in. I could not hold him because of the stuff in my hands so, after he darted in the building, it took some coaxing to get him headed the right direction. I called his people and they came to pick him up about twenty minutes later. In the meantime, he had a nice drink, played with a new toy, and cuddled with Ben.
Who will be next???
