Took the boy in last night. He’s spent the past eight months of his live in Marysville prison, so I’m sure he’s a bit discombobulated. Folly is perplexed but generally behaving. She is bullying him around; taking whatever sleeping spot he previously occupied, despite having numerous doggie sleeping places to choose from.
He’s kind of a dork. For some reason, his tongue hangs out when he sleeps, right between his teeth. He wouldn’t come upstairs last night so I had to sack out on the sofa, where he periodically wandered in from the office to make sure I was still there.
Yeah, he’s a big baby and likes being covered up. Mr. Bear is his only worldly possession. We’re all going to work really hard at finding the boy a home. He deserves one.