Four footed visitors

When I wrote that title I wasn't sure if I wanted to write about my twin grandsons who, between them, have four feet (though it often seems like more) and were here visiting this weekend for a brief time. Or if I wanted to write about the dog their dad is helping to look for a home for.

But since the dog is more in need of a home than they are (no one having decided they need to pack up and move on), I guess it will be the dog.

He's a great dog. Talented (he sits and stays and catches balls). Reasonably well-behaved (he didn't pull me off my feet when I took him outside and down the stairs like a dog I know and love has tried to do on various occasions). He also likes kids (including two year olds) and other dogs.

Sadly he can't stay in the home he is now living in. My son is considering adopting him (but this is possibly not the best idea). There are a few other local options, but there is also the wonderful Golden Rescue organization for our tri-state area. One of our earlier goldens, Jake, came to us from them. He was supposed to be passing through, but remained and became one of the family.

I know the twins would like this guy to stick around, too. I just thought I'd share him with you because he's an extra nice dog.

I'm also thinking maybe I can work him into a book and he could put it on his resume. Sparks the cat did that, and now he's got a brilliant home in one of the islands off the top end of Scotland (and no, I'm not kidding).

The book continues to go well. I continue to be amazed.