Beware The Ides of March

Col. Potter’s newest member joined us the day before the Ides of March, but we’ve decided to call him “Caesar” anyway. Right now, he’s all alone and he doesn’t know whom to trust. In fact, today he was so scared, he threw up all over Auntie Deirdre while she was holding him! Wonderful!

Caesar is about three years old. He is tiny: not quite 10½ pounds, and a reddish wheaten. He’s a handsome little fellow, but he was given up by his owner because he was beginning to lose his hair. (Now if that was a good reason to let someone go, several of us would be without our DH …) Actually, the vet said he has some dry skin, but it doesn’t look like a serious condition at all.

Once Caesar realizes he’s a Colonel’s kid, I’m sure he’ll get some confidence, and before long, he’ll be strutting around just like a Roman emperor.