This is one of those nights where I'm not feeling inspired.
As I sit here trying to think of something to write, Herbie ambled over for some attention. I scratched his ears, then he walked off into the living room.
Of our three dogs, I do write the least about Herbie, probably he's the one least likely to draw attention to himself. He lacks Buddy's gregariousness and Chewy's terrible behavior. Herbie tends to be rather withdrawn from the pack. When I see him, I try to give him a little extra attention. I don't want him to get lost in the shuffle. Herbie was a shelter dog, literally a few days from being put down. He belonged to someone because he'd been fixed, but we think they were mistreating him. Herbie is a dog that requires gentleness.
Buddy's wandered over and he's staring at me with his bugged-out eyes. He's sweet, but he's begging for food. He's already well-fed but his eyes are bigger than his barrel-like stomach. Like Herbie, he's adopted, albeit unofficially. He was found wandering the streets of San Fernando with a cord around his neck.
I wanted add some photos, but the way my smart device (my iPod touch) is set up, I can't load any photos. Oh well.
Chewy's here now. He's off the street and was someone's lapdog. He's spoiled, greedy, and he's come to stay. Whoever he belonged mightve tossed him out, but he's got a home here.
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