This? This is not my new dog. This is Ali. He came to visit one day last week while Amy was dog sitting him. He looked so much like Cady-dog to me. He also made me realize I desperately, desperately wanted a dog. The need had evolved. It was no longer something that I could put off with a time share dog. It was the dawning realization that, like every other member of my family, I wanted to share my house with a dog.
Perhaps it was the way Ali took care of all the crumbs under Greeley's chair? So, I went browsing for black labs. To get myself my own Ali or Cady. (This was only after Amy refused to go along with the dognap Ali plan. She argued Gia would notice if she didn't get a dog back. I think she was just being a wee bit pessimistic.)
Oh life, you crazy thing, you. You instead brought me to this brown dog. The lab who doesn't chew, or bark or chase balls. The lab that my brother, John, has suggested just might be a big brown beagle instead of a lab.
Rich is a little concerned that I've stopped caring about the rest of the family now that I have a dog. Clearly not true. Look! It's Emerson and my dog.
Happy Father's Day to Grandpa Nason and Grandpa Magee and Rich!