The original plan, you may recall from last week, was to "rehome" this sweet fellow. But of course, the BEGGING started almost immediately upon his arrival (actually, we hadn't even gotten home yet when Jack was asking to keep him.) So I took the $100 that Millie's owner (remember Millie, the sweet Border Collie we found) and got his shots and got him ready for his new home so he would be much easier to place. And then they stepped up the begging a notch or two. And I caved (did I mention I am always a sucker for a stray animal or any other homeless creature?) And poor Brian pretty much got swept up in the current of a raging river of persuasion. Then Wednesday night we held a family meeting at dinner to discuss whether he would stay or go. Right now he is on a sort of parole because the kids have to fulfill one of the two conditions I had for him staying. First condition? Change his name, check. The kids had been calling him Charlie. It's a long story about how we arrived at that name, but it was meant to be a compliment to a very close friend of ours. Which was fine when I thought his stay was temporary... it was a little funny and Charlie didn't seem too upset about it (the human Charlie that is.) Anyway, when we decided to actually keep him though, I knew I could not keep his name and made that one of the conditions to his staying. So... the search for a name began. Connor submitted John McCain, which I personally loved and thought it was very fitting and would have kept, if it were up to me. Liam, who is a lover of all things minority, submitted Michael Jordan (basketball FANATIC!) and Martin Luther King, Jr., who we could call Luther (this was Brian's vote.) Seeing as how our sweet Golden boy is named Vince (think Vince Young of Titan's fame) I thought it would be nice to call the new dog Javon (as in Kearse) and we could have a team of Titans dogs. Jack was stubbornly sticking to Charlie, so I let him be the deciding vote on which of the four we went with... so meet Mike! As funny as it is to call the dogs in ("Mike, Vince, come here!") I still think it would have been a riot to name him John McCain. Can't you just hear me in the yard, "John McCain, get back here! .... John McCain, get off that couch!" hehehehe
In other weekly happenings around here. Is there anything more quintessentially boy than smashing things to small bits with a hammer... in protective eye gear, of course?
Then we must examine said small bits to see what we've created... or "de-created" as the case may be.
All the while being supervised by the loving eyes of Corduroy, the best bear a boy could love!
And at the end of the day, a little tiger (even bright green ones) needs a hug from Daddy! I took this photo because the tail was just too cute, sticking out from the comforting arms of my strong hubby.
Have a great weekend, and take some story telling photos of your own! And keep praying for MckMama, Stellan, the orphans of the world, and don't forget to buy your red envelopes!
"A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones." Proverbs 17:22
2 comments:
These pics are precious! Have a great weekend!!
Cute, cute, cute pictures!!
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