Don Juan de Alpo
There’s another presence in the yard. A free spirit, a strolling minstrel if you will, a sophisticated fellow masquerading as a teenager. He’s short and beguilingly sweet. And he has charmed the pants off of Samantha. Not, mind you, that she ever wears pants. This rascal reminds me of Johnny Depp in Chocolat. We found him just half a block away, and suddenly there were little pink hearts all around Sam’s head‚Äîshe’s always had a fondness for young boys, you see. We looked around, and he seemed to be unattached. So we took him home and did the right thing: we called his parents and left a message. Then we left the two together, and Erika went to work.
He looked a little hungry, so I fed him and Sam (keeping them separate of course), and around then his dad got back to me. Turns out he’s staying not far from here. There’s a hole in the fence and he finds his way out to spend his day on the town. Apparently this has become a somewhat regular occurence. It also turns out that this youngster was in fact seven years old! I was told that Gus could either be taken back, or just left to roam free on his own devices, which would eventually lead him home to dinner (after, I presume, he had his way with all of the available ladies). It wasn’t far, so I decided we should show him the way home and be done with him, even if Samantha was rather aroused by his company. Our walk there was amusing‚ÄîSam had this little black friend apparently attached to her privates by the nose. She put up with a lot, seemed quite charmed, but still he was a bit forward.
Anyway, we found his home, let him in after seeing if anyone more responsible was around, and turned to go our merry way. He let up a howl of protest at being enclosed and promptly made a bee line (or more properly a dog line) for the far corner of the yard. And as I expected, he quickly reappeared, sweet and persuasive as ever, and accompanied his new flame (and her chaperon) on our way home.
Now they’re both outside. I suppose at some point I shall have to lock our girl up and bid the scoundrel a stern farewell. But for the moment, Sam’s got a new beau.
UPDATE LATER:
Well, he went home. Took him a while of hanging out on our front and back porches before he finally got the message. That’s it. End of story.