He's super cool doggyness. My husband had been all, no, no not getting a dog and he was the first to crumble. It was ridiculous. He wanted a rat terrier, I wanted a pug or shitzu. Whatever. I guess I don't really care that much. The kids have been campaigning for a dog for years. Well, everyone except Sal (one of the twins), who is pretty still pretty much afraid of the cat. Yeah.

While we were checking Nacho out, Sal stayed in the car. We chatted with the lady, looked around at the dogs, etc. When I went to the car to get my wallet, there's Sal, every door locked. He wouldn't let me in. Talk about embarrassing. I was afraid we were going to have to break the window. Frank had to get out his keys and open the door. Silly kid.

He won't pet him or anything, and makes wide circles around him. Franny, on the other hand, coddles him like a baby and carries him around everywhere.

Tay, sleeping with Nacho

He loves to cuddle up and nap on laps or snuggle in with the kids when they go to bed, but we crate him at night (waking up to whimpers of coarse). Yesterday and today when the kids left for school he moaned a bit. It is weird. I'm not used to having a dog.

Fred perches on top of Nacho's house, superior like. He tries to steal the puppy's food, too. I think Fred loves having another pet around, but also feels the need to try and assert his position in the house. Very much a Garfield/Odie thing going on.

Hey. I got the job. Start tomorrow. Whoot!!