Won't you. Open up your heart. And home. To a little fella like me?
A pup came to her front porch.
On a mild, mild day, and she in faded blue jeans for the Fall,
To eat there.
In the cool, gray-concrete shade of the woman's front porch.
She came out the door with her straw broom.
And did wait, did stand and wait, for there he was, on the porch before
He looked up from his sad-eyes at the grandma in the door
And squirmed his velvet-black cuteness round-bellied up over the edge of
the porch step
And rested his throat upon the step bottom,
And where her blue Croc had stepped through the door, with a small whimper,
He licked with his soft mouth,
Deftly chewed on her old shoe, whipping his tail so quickly,
My mother found a puppy on Wednesday morning. Or he found her. Darn those people who dump pets on rural roads like so much unwanted trash. She refused to feed him. "I don't want him to stay. I don't want to get attached. If I don't feed him, he'll go somewhere else."
Wednesday night, she caved. She gave him a Cool Whip plastic tub of milk, and some bread soaked in bacon grease. She made a bed from a sideways Styrofoam cooler, and lined it with an old afghan. Red and orange and white and brown.
Genius stopped by to kill some time between the cancellation of his robot team practice and a school volleyball game. He befriended Pup. He made a video on his phone. He showed students and teachers at school the next day. They tsk-tsk'd Val in the hall. "I can't believe you won't let your son have a puppy." Not that he had even asked.
Genius declared that Pup was SO CUTE. And since our 12-year-old dog died last August, we were really one dog short. And besides, he's a boy, Mom, and you said you wanted another dog, and Grandma can't keep him.
I had to run the proposal by Hick, because Genius didn't dare hope. Hick relented. So I picked up Pup today after my Inservice Day. I called Hick and told him he needs to sit down with Genius and have The Talk.
Pup is a girl. Genius is a master manipulator.