Sunday, April 01, 2007
The Girls Are Back
Well Oreo and I survived our weekend together. And there were no incidents, injuries or casualties. Each morning, I got up early and took Oreo for a walk at the local dog run. This had the double advantage of avoiding great numbers of dogs (which tend to distract Oreo and lengthen the walk) and avoiding the spring mud (which is still frozen in the morning before the temperature gets above zero).
At first, Oreo seemed a bit lost and would occasionally look out the front window probably expecting Cheryl to appear in the driveway at any moment. But before too long, he settled in with his new master and seemed quite content. He got his two walks a day, two and a half meals and even the odd ear scratch.
But when Cheryl and Sarah returned on Sunday afternoon, it was abundantly clear who Oreo prefers. He was shaking and wagging his tail like a blender on frappé. Oh well, no one said it would be easy being a reluctant dog owner.
At first, Oreo seemed a bit lost and would occasionally look out the front window probably expecting Cheryl to appear in the driveway at any moment. But before too long, he settled in with his new master and seemed quite content. He got his two walks a day, two and a half meals and even the odd ear scratch.
But when Cheryl and Sarah returned on Sunday afternoon, it was abundantly clear who Oreo prefers. He was shaking and wagging his tail like a blender on frappé. Oh well, no one said it would be easy being a reluctant dog owner.
