

Well I have a new addition to my home...it was an impulse buy at WalMart. In the WalMart parking lot to be exact. I pulled in a couple of weeks ago to do some shopping and there it was a big yellow sign that said...Boxer Puppies. With no one in the car to tell me no...I stopped the car, just to go look. There was a lady there trying to pick between two puppies...and there alone in the cage was the runt. He was half the size of the other pups...and he looked so pitiful. Most of you know that Beatrice was the runt, in fact she was small enough that Sarah carried her in the pocket of her hoodie. So it was fate...I had to get him. I didn't know what I was going to name him and was thinking about Beatrice and remembered that Bill had picked out her name. So on a whim I called him to tell him what I had done. He would have been the one telling me no..you don't need another dog...so maybe it was defiance that made me call and say ha! look what I can do without permission....anyway he said I should name him Homer. At first I didn't really think it was a good name...I thought he should have something more refined. But, without any better idea I stuck with Homer.
Upon arriving home we started in with the house training and frequent trips to go outside. I would start to praise him for his good behavior and I couldn't for the life of me think of Homer....I called him Herman once and then another time it was Norman. I was trying to think of something I could use as a key word to help me remember, and I thought of the Munsters..and they had Herman....no wait his name isn't Herman...crap! Well long story short I have remembered Homer now....and I liked the Munster part so he now answers to Homer Munster. Although if you say it in the right tone he will answer to Herman or Norman too.
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