Well, the ad ran in the paper this morning. No calls yet. Hubby seriously doubts that we'll get any calls either: "If somebody was really missing him, they'd be checking the ads first thing every morning." In the meantime, we're just trying to make Puppy comfortable.
Puppy got a flea bath yesterday evening. And it turns out that the little guy is terrified of the water-spewing monster (garden hose). The only way he'd let me bathe him is if he could squeeze his head under my arm while I soaped and scrubbed. So needless to say, I got as much of a bath as he did. He looks much better after a bath. His coat is a gorgeous shade of dark brindle, with very clear markings.
We took Puppy for a walk with Zeus, and it was hilarious. Puppy doesn't pull on the leash, but he's just so full of energy. He prances, skips and bounds into the air like a little goat. Zeus slipped into the alpha role quite easily. And Puppy has decided that Zeus is his hero.
He follows Zeus like a shadow. Everything Zeus sniffs, Puppy must sniff. Whatever Zeus looks at, Puppy must look at.
As for Zeus and Puppy....oy. I've grown used to random THUMP and CRASH noises as they ricochet off the house during play. It amazes me; Most dogs don't like to play with Zeus because he's so exhubrant. But not Puppy. This little dog just eats it up and comes back for more. Our yard has been turned into an enormous Greco-Roman wrestling ring. These two gallop around, wrestle and steal toys from each other. Poor Puppy is nowhere near as fast as Zeus, but he tries so hard.
And I have no idea where this particular game came from--they start on opposite sides of the yard and charge straight at each other. When they're about 10 feet apart, they launch themselves off the ground and collide in mid-air. Think "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." Then they zoom away from each other and do it again.
I'm really getting attached to this little Catahoula. I find myself hoping that his owner doesn't claim him.