One is a rather large puppy that was abandoned near where I teach; some students brought it into my office building and it walked right in and curled up under my chair. Well! I called everyone in my department to try to find someone who didn't already have 2 miniature schnauzers (as my household does), but to no avail. So of course I have him now. I think we have just succeeded, after two months, in getting him to stop trying to eat the furniture. He's part Siberian huskie, we believe, with perhaps some traces of some kind of collie? His eyes are beautiful and strange--part ice blue and brown--and his fur is a thin black overlay over a sandy tan, almost cream color on his face and legs, with a white plumey tail and belly. He loves to run and play, but isn't in complete control yet of his rather powerful body . . .
We named him "Fenrir," as my daughter was reading the Poetic Edda at the time, which was, perhaps an unwise choice, given that he brings about the end of the world in Norse mythology . . .
There. That's no doubt more than you wanted to know. |
Have good days! Chol I'm sure you'll find something better to do and Cass I think you could make anything fun.