Daniel's Room
We are currently babysitting an 80 lb. dog named Napolean. He is Heather’s dog and she is needing to adopt him out as they can no longer handle him. He’s half American Staffordshire Terrier (read Pit Bull), one quarter Catahoula, and one quarter McNabb. We are “trying” to find him a good home. He is 18 months old and is the sweetest little boy. When I say “trying”, I mean that Linda has designs on keeping him as she has loved him since he was born here at our home in April 2012. In fact, his mother, Leela, had him on a blanket behind my chair in the living room. When he came here last week, Linda put a blanket behind my chair so he can sleep on it. It occurs to me that Linda is trying to warm me up to the idea of adopting him. However, this is not the point of this post. A few minutes ago, Linda asked me if she should give Napolean one of the tennis balls we have here for when Luca and Logan go down to the local high school to learn how to play tennis with Linda. I said, “Sure, wher