Brotherly Love
Hamlet, the Red guy, age 8(?) months
and
Ginger, the Fawn girl, age 4
Brotherly Love
Hamlet, the Red guy, age 8(?) months |
| Hamlet was my "rescue baby". Got him from the Humane Society, who told me he had been abandoned. It quickly became clear that he had also been abused: I couldn't pick up a broom, or anything resembling a stick, such as a yardstick, in his presence, but that he would run. Given that I could not get him into a car, except by picking him up and putting him in, I even surmised that he had been abandoned by having been thrown from a moving car. He was really nervous around me, since I was still a stranger to him. So I invited him onto the couch when I was there. Of course, I had to let Ginger up there too. I had had her since she was a 7-week-old puppy. At first, she was not real happy about the intruder. But one evening, coming out of my study, I found them in this position on the couch, and concluded Ginger did not mind her new little brother as much as it had previously seemed. They have since become best friends, and Hamlet is the sweetest and most fun little guy imaginable. |