Suffer the little puppies...

Well, we have a new guest in the house, as most of you already know. She is rather mysterious (no name, cryptic family background), loves to eat (embraces an encompassing cuisine), and really enjoys playing with Sam's chew toys. Mr. Weller's been very obliging, almost too much so, this past week, and has been so kind as to allow our guest to chew on him as well. This last overture was called to an abrupt halt as of today, since it does not conform to our condo's courtesy 'magna carta'. Our new guest seemed to think our pre-emptory actions a bit harsh and I think she entertained notions of hitting the road again; but in the end, she just couldn't seem to pull herself away from the comforts of a bed & breakfast. Having a puppy around the house has been rather enlightening as well. Who'd have thought that baked worms could be intensely interesting, that paper towel rolls could be so much fun, and that kibble and scrambled egg were simply made for each other? At present, we are endeavoring to teach her some manners in the high hopes that our new little 'Perdita' will learn to be gracious in all things, whether she remain our guest or become someone else's. So, if you know anyone who's yearning for a smart little bundle of energy, let me to him (or her)! If not, our guest will just have to stay while I chide myself for not having been more guarded. She certainly has a way of cozying up to one's heart.