But, my heart did say it was ready for a foster, so...
Nine month-old Larry the cocker spaniel arrived yesterday. He arrived with a bad name, a bit of a stink, a blue Hawaiian collar...
And the hair...I'm working on a grooming appointment for him this week. The poor man. A bad name and a bad hairdo is really no good for someones self-esteem. His tail hasn't raised up once. I'm sure once he feels prettier things will head in a better direction for him. He is very quiet and shy, not at all puppy-like. He's a sitting duck for the girls who dressed him in a leprechaun hat while Dave was doing laundry and I was at work. But Larry took it like a man. Not helping his self-esteem is that we keep calling him "her."
We just aren't used to males in this household. Case in point...Andi found it shocking -- just as the girls did at her age -- when she barged in on Dave getting dressed after his shower, "Look at your funny vulva," she observed to Dave.
"It's not a vulva," Dave tried to tell her. "It's a penis."
So now we have two nuts in the house for the next two weeks. (P.S. MN readers, spread the word that a very sweet brown cocker needs a home.)
|Male bonding time -- I think they are good for each other.|