uninvited guest

Look who showed up on our front door step (literally) last Saturday. He's just a puppy, so alone,flea bit, tick infested, and hungry. He looked as if he hadn't eaten in days. He scratched at the door, and peered through the front window, as if he knew he was home.

I knew we were in trouble when the kids started suggesting names. I was afraid he was a drifter, and would soon be gone of his own accord to weasel his way into yet another families hearts. We all were smitten with him, perhaps mostly out of compassion, and some pity. He cries like a pup who misses his momma, stumbles over the big feet that give clue to his future as a big dog, and relentlessly attempts companionship with the most sceptical one of all.

Princess Diana of Whales, does not care for the interloper, and isn't afraid to let it be known! We think she is protective of us, and seems to view him as a responsibility rather then a playmate. She scolds him when he chases our car into the garage, and chides him if he touches her, or interferes with our ability to give her attention. She pretends to ignore his youthful antics, but follows him, if he follows us. She has not been caught yet "playing", as she is much to dignified for such things, but we know she secretly dreams of partaking in the bouncing and bounding that characterises the pup. Perhaps one day her highness will loosen up and find a loyal companion in the energetic toddler.

In the mean time, we hope our uninvited guest sticks around, and becomes one more piece of the puzzle that makes up our family. If he does, I think we have decided to call him CHIEF. Welcome Chief, we're so glad you found us!