Spenser, a rescue dog, is of indeterminate lineage. When I first got him, he was a year old and weighed in at about 6 pounds. Skinny and frightened, he did not look like he had had a very good year at all. He was a bundle of fears and nerves. He just knew folk were out to hurt him. People would make strange ewwww kind of faces when they saw him. WHAT IS HE? I used to tell them that his mother was a fruit bat and his daddy was a werewolf. From the looks on their faces, I think they actually believed me.
Spenser is six years old now, and he is a contented happy dog, who has doubled in size. His best buddy in the world is Archibald McNalley, who is his hero. They make a very handsome couple: black and white, ebony and ivory, salt and pepper. Now a robust 12-pounder, he is very protective of his family. If anyone is going to harm any of us, they're going to have to get past Spenser, Vigilante Dog.
2 comments:
OMG, for someone who ten minutes ago had no clue what a blog is(was?) you've certainly made up for lost time in one whale of a hurry.... and speaking of recalcitrant dogs... oh, we weren't. Well, then back to Spenser -- irresistable. Archy's photo is always a work of art, but Spenser no longer looks even a little bit like a fruit bat. Now what?
And congrats on the blog -- makes me want to redecorate mine and fill it up some. Nice job.
Jenny
LOL...I love to play...and I loved Spenser for Hire (Spenser with an "s" like the poet). I think when you grow up you should be an actress. I can see you on the stage, a glorious Grande Dame sweeping across the floor and capturing the audiences attention with you commanding presence. Although writing is good. :) :) :)
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