Saturday, September 7, 2013

The Iliad (def: epic poem) of Homer

Dear Ian,

Reading through our summer blog posts reminded me that I missed one event in particular that I know you will one day want to re-live.  Remember this post?  It's all about how you worked really hard to convince me that you were ready to take on the car of a dog.  It was pretty hilarious how you treated your stuffed dog, Gus, like a real pup.

Well, this summer, you got the opportunity to "own" a dog for a whole week.  Ms. Windy, a friend from Mommy's book club, went on a vacation and needed someone to watch over her dog, Homer.  Daddy was also going to be out of town the same week, so I figured, why not?  Homer is the absolute sweetest pup.  He's an older Boston Terrier who's had some vision difficulties.  Poor dude is completely blind, but he had a great time with you, and honestly, I could have not asked for a more chill dog for you to play with.

Every morning you would come downstairs and give him a pat and serve him breakfast.  I never once had to remind you to take care of him.  Then you'd help him outside, and the two of you would play in the yard for a while.  It was so cute to see you out there petting him, leading him around and talking to him.  Your days were full of compliments for Homer, too.  Stuff like, "Mommy, Homer is the sweetest pup, isn't he?" came out of your mouth the whole week.  I had to keep reminding you that Homer's mom would eventually be home to get him.  You were the best dog sitter.

Homer also gave us some funny moments.  He would occasionally pass gas, and unfortunately for all of us, it was kinda stinky.  You thought this was absolutely hilarious.  You had the brilliant idea to get your whoopie cushion, and every time you'd smell an odor, you'd blow it up, sit on it and announce, "HOMER TOOT!"  It was pretty funny.  Homer was a great sport and took it all in stride.

At the end of the week, you were definitely sad to see Homer go.  You ask about him still, and you frequently comment that we can puppy sit him again.  I promised to tell Ms. Windy that, and I think she'd be ok with Homer visiting every now and again.

I was very proud of your responsibility and how you took care of Homer.  Maybe one day soon we can add a pup to our family.  For now, we're very lucky to have Homer and Ms. Windy as friends, so they can visit and play.

Thanks, Homer, for visiting and being such a sweet pup!  We had a blast!  And great job, Bear.  You made me proud.


*I'm sad to report that about a week after I posted this letter, Homer passed away.  He was such a sweet dog, and we are lucky to have been able to spend a bit of time with him.  Much love to his family and to Homer.

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