If you've been reading my column for a while, you'll remember my beloved Beagle, Lois Lane. We lost her last August on her 15th birthday and I was heartbroken.
In no way did I ever want another puppy. We still had Doug, who was Lois' old friend and even though he was lonely, he was settled, well trained, and a good dog.
But my husband Bob said, "Doug is lonely. He needs a puppy." And the next thing I knew . . .
His name is Clark Kent (of course) and he's an English Foxhound. He looks like a Beagle now. He's only nine weeks old and 12 pounds, but soon, he'll be around 70 pounds.
Nothing much has changed,
Even with hair bows and ruffles, I usually ended up with dirty feet and puppies crawling all over the place. But look how happy I was!
So far, Clark is a sweet boy and very smart. He brings us the water dish when it's low, just like Snoopy. Doug is tolerating him and occasionally frolics. During the long lock-down/slow-down of society, I guess it's a good time to get a puppy.
And get this . . . Clark goes out in the yard and sits on top of Lois Lane's grave. — No lie. Very eerie.
But every person who tells me how cute he is automatically gets signed up to dog-sit once we can travel again!