A boy and his dog, it's a beautiful thing

Every little boy dreams of having his own dog, right? My boy was not exempt from this custom. He is now though. You see his birthday was Saturday. Turned 7. So last week when the big boy, who still dreams of having his own dog, and I were discussing what to get our little guy for his big day the idea of a puppy came up. No, it wasn't my idea. I wanted to get him something practical. Like books. School books. Okay, maybe not books (but my kids do get books for Christmas every year). Now for some crazy (I mean that in the most literal sense) reason I actually got online and started checking the prospects at our local shelter. Nothin'. Whew. I was saved. Then I had a testosterone surge and started looking at the online classifieds for our town. I was out of control. Scanning pages and pages of cute little puppies, big fat puppies, uglier than sin puppies, everything. "Is it even possible to even have uglier than sin puppies," you may ask. Well I say, "Have you seen a poodle lately?"

Okay, all you poodle lovers, calm down. We all have our own tastes, right? Good. Moving on.

We had talked about getting a bulldog. We could name him Jack. Just like in Little House on the Prarie. We're reading that series right now. It would be perfect. And we could live out in the country and sew our own clothes and milk the cow every morning and grow our own food. Well at guess thats not likely (did you see my post about our yard?). Only our green beans came up in our garden. Or at least there's a bunch of leaves and vines, I haven't seen any pods yet. *sigh* We'd probably starve. So much for that dream. Anyway, the bulldogs were WAY too expensive. Who pays that much for a dog anyway?? The kind of people who don't shop at Savers I guess.

So looking through the ads I found some cute, cute, cute little puppies. Jack Russel Terriers. Yup, those were the ones. The big boy, aka G sr, was sold. There was no going back. Love at first sight. All that junk. Then we had to make the agonizing decision of which of the six to make a permenant fixture in our lives. We picked a cute (did I already say that?) little boy that was so mellow and sweet. All his siblings were running around crazy, biting at our heels...and car tires...and the pavement...and weeds...and whatever else they could find. Not this guy. Nope, he's a lover not a fighter. Or was. Then we brought him home. Let me just say that my boy and this dog will be perfect mates. They can both run around crazy, chew on furniture, pee outside and wear each other out. Good plan.

Just kidding about the peeing outside part. For both of them.

Precious, isn't it?

Oh, you want to know his name? I almost forgot. I call him Puppy. Or Poopsy. Everyone else is mostly calling him Max. Not very original I say. I wanted to call him Jack. Now that's original.

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On a serious note...

Please be in prayer for our friend Glenn. You can read about his situation here.