Puppy Love
Introducing Cody, the newest member of our family. For sixteen years while our sons lived at home we had a loving, loyal dog named Woody Allen. He fit perfectly into the active lifestyle of young boys -- Scout camping trips, kayaking on lakes, hiking mountains, and riding in the convertible with the top down to BJ's for ice cream.
When Woody died of old age, my husband Ken and I decided we were ready to live without another dog for awhile. We still had our African Grey parrot, Bigfoot, and an adult cat, Keikei. Bigfoot was entertaining mimicking all the sounds of a busy home filled with teenage boys. Their favorite teaching was to shut the front door and yell "Hide the beer!" Bigfoot happily associated the comings and goings with his shouting out "Hide the beer!" He also knew exactly when the trash truck was coming down our street and did his best (and loudest) imitation of the back up beeping of a large truck.
Now as Ken and I are facing retirement, this sweet puppy is infusing our home with lively, happy activity. Keikei is uncertain about this newcomer as if she hopes he is just a visitor and will go away soon. Like a true puppy, he loves Keikei, loves toys, loves all the neighbors. Best of all -- he seems to love my family -- a mutual affection of how we feel about him!
