A New Friend
After we lost sweet Bill, the plan was to do nothing for a while. Just let the dust settle, as it were.
Junior changed that plan when he began dragging his yo-yo around by its “leash” and calling it his puppy. He would also take his bike for walks and pet it and tell it it was a good boy.
And that was sad.
So we began to keep our eye out for what might be a good buddy for him. Someone smaller this time, who we could take everywhere. Someone young, so they could grow up together.
And we found this little guy.
He came from a farmhouse in Middle-Of-Nowhere-Kansas. When we pulled in, a whole herd of these little guys came running to greet us, and right behind them came a whole herd of little blond children. Having all those friends from day one ensured that this fella was used to being handled and very gentle.
Junior chose the one he wanted to take home, and he named him JoJo.
(After that creepy clown on that kid’s show, JoJo’s Circus. ~shiver~)
