It Ain’t Nothin’ But A Hound-Dog

Today, our lives were changed, for the forseeable future. Mrs SoL and I had been discussing whether we should get another male lab, as they patrol the territory and, while we had George, we had no snakes. This little chap was suddenly available. A few hours later, he was home with us. His name is Elvis. As I type, he is howling downstairs in his cage, where he is supposed to be having a puppy nap. No such luck. He wants to be with us and Millie, his new surrogate Mum. Millie is also wondering why we have done this to her. Elvis thinks that Millie’s wagging tail is a toy. Millie has told him not to bite. He will learn.