Friday, August 17, 2007


It was midnight four days ago when I almost stepped on him on the steps leading up to the deck. Had he not been so ghostly white I very well might have. The next morning he was still there waiting to be let in. We let him in.

He hasn't been out of the house since, except for one tour around the block in a cardboard box mounted on the red wagon. We learned that nobody in the neighborhood owns him though lots of people seem to recognize him.

With four kids chasing him around for a couple of days, fighting over turns at loving him, he's had ample opporutnity to reconsider his situation and escape to more peaceful surroundings, but no dice.

He lives here now. Say hello to Sugar.


Anonymous erin said...

That's wonderful! While usually we adopt them, sometimes it is the other way around. Love the photo of Colm reading to him!

6:09 AM  

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