The puppies opened their eyes and I gave them names. Woody, Bruno, Stella, Orson, Penny and Sophie. Solid food entered their diets. They figured out how to get out of their box and wiggled over the kitchen floor. Harpo rounded them up.
When they were about three weeks old, he allowed one of his friends–Brewmeister, the Beagle–into the house to meet them. One by one over the next few weeks, he invited his other friends in, too. Once in a while, he left me in charge of the puppies and went outside for a quick romp before trotting back to check on them.
A Tucson psychotherapist heard about Harpo and the puppies and created the Harpo Award, given annually to an especially nurturing man.