Welcome

Welcome to A Tale of Two Puppies. And by puppies, I mean fully grown dogs. This is a blog dedicated to the appreciation of two of our best friends. For those looking for majestic prose of two cronies embarking on journeys of joy and grandeur, go somewhere else because you are not going to find that here. Nor will you find good grammar, rising stock prices or even truthful stories. Yes, I might make stuff up. More than likely this will be a weekly blog, mainly because the dog life is exciting, but not a daily basis.

Our first pup is possibly the result of a drunken night between a foxy doberman and a randy beagle. This resulted in Kari & Joel's best friend on four legs (besides a crawling Ethan), Homer. Homer is a loving dog who wears his heart on his sleeve and expresses his like (or dislike) for every new person he meets. With the mind of a 30lb dog and the body of an 80lb dog, Homer is a great cuddler. If there is an intruder/any obscure noise around the house, Homer will let you know.

Homer's cohort is Mervin. Merv is a tri-color beagle and the summation of years and years of inbreeding. Decades of energy and stubbornness have been concentrated into one 30lb dog. If Homer lets you know of an intruder, Mervin is the one that will lick the intruder into slobbery submission. Yes, he has an incredibly long tongue and would make Gene Simmons blush.

So to kick off this blog, here is a brief senobsis of what has transpired the past 3 days. Friday, El brought Homer home to Mervin's excitement. Homer is always welcomed by copious licking of the face. They indulged in their regular wrestling matches and then it was time to waive bye to the Bretts. Homers new "safe" zone is the dining room. His kennel is there. It is his place of solitude and meditation when there is someone in the house he does not like.

Speaking of people he does not like, Mollie and John came over that Friday night. By the time Mollie and John left Saturday afternoon, Homer had finally befriended Mollie. John still needs some work.

Saturday brought on a whole new meaning to the song "getting to know you", when Merv proceeded to stick his head in Homer's butt while Homer was doing #2. Now to us humans Homer produces the closest thing to a toxic genocidal biological weapon of mass suffocation, but I guess to Mervin, it was roses. Merv loved it so much he wanted to roll in it before Ellen could yell at him. In future posts I will provide a poop warning to those that want to skip over the poop sections.

Homer and I have gone on 2 walks so far and I hope to continue making this a daily habit (pending weather). We have gone around the neighborhood and tried to go around the lake, but the snow was too deep. Homer likes his new surroundings. He has captured the hearts of a couple waivers. (poopwarning)On Sunday I managed to find the only plastic bag in our collection with a hole in it and yes, I got poop on my gloves. I thought about throwing them out, then decided to attempt to wash them. We'll see tonight. (/poopwarning) Hopefully when the weather gets warm, he can run with me in the morning.

Overall, the addition of Homer has gone relatively smooth. We have gotten him to eat about every morning and night and wrestling goes through its highs and lows. That might take a week or two to get out of their system. Homer has taken to nesting in the corner of the couch and the adomen on my end. He quietly watchs TV with the rest of us, unless he is being pestered by Mervins.

That brings a close to this week's update. I'm sure there will be more excitement in the coming week.