Jeff brought Lur (his name is now Boyd) over for the weekend. I told him to just take his time returning. He laughed.
Lur knew right where he was, slammed out of the car and into the house. Had the submissive wee-wees for the first half hour or so, then settled right in.
He doesn’t know what to think of the new fountain. Everyone else dashes right in after the ball, and I think he will soon.
He’s such a love. He was hungry, and his nails are too long, but he really looks great and his attitude is real fine. Jeff’s doing a good job.
I might send care packages of frozen meals home with him, though. You know bachelors, never anything to eat in the house.
Boyd was happy to tear into some frozen eggs, I’m spoiling him, though. Between the chicken bites and all the eggs, he actually just ate the yolks out of the eggs once he got them open. I’ll just smash the egg whites into their dinner tonite.
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