Buddy, Part One
Our new foster dog arrived Sunday after a two-day odyssey from Harrodsburg, Kentucky. His name is Buddy, and you can't have him!Just kidding. Technically, he's available for adoption, but technically I love him. I took some fantastic pictures of him yesterday and will post the best one here as soon Chris can teach me AGAIN how to reduce the size of the file.
Buddy's a bit on the timid side, but he's friendly once he gets to know people, which takes all of two minutes. The weird thing is, he won't venture beyond our kitchen, living room and dining room. It's as if there's a force field holding him back. It's as if
WARNING: GEEK SPEAK AHEAD
someone cast "Circle of Protection: Mutt" at the threshold of our hallway and stairs. (This spell allows Meadow to pass, since she's a purebred greyhound.)
He and Meadow have started to play, although he has yet to lose the "Let me put your head in my mouth" game as quickly as she would like. She may have met her match.
The cats, meanwhile, think a shy dog is a marvelous thing. "I love the smell of fear in the morning," Misha says. "Smells like--victory."
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