Look what showed up at my front door sometime yesterday afternoon. We have no idea where he came from. He just suddenly appeared on our front porch, all cuddled up on the doormat. He's either lost or someone dumped him. He seems to be part beagle and part something else. And, yes I know he's cute as all get out, but Neil and I don't want any more pets. We haven't made any efforts to find his owner, if he has one, because daughter Holly and grand kids Shelby and Elijah have already fallen in love with him. Shelby calls him Benjamin or Ben but says he looks like a Rocky. He's been fed and watered and given a (temporary) pillow to cuddle up on. He's already used my wicker rocker as a chew toy, and he's out there on the porch, wailing right now for attention. I don't know why he chose our house. We are cat magnets. Just ask the neighbor cat, Lily, who hangs out in our wicker rocker. No one seems to be missing this cute face. Maybe by this time tomorrow, he'll have a nice home with a couple of kids who have already claimed him as their own.
