I caved....we got a dog. For our 15 year anniversary, Jeff suggested a trip to the shetler. I went up there thinking to myself "I will ONLY get an adult Chocolate Lab". Knowing full well there would not be such a dog at a shelter.
And then out came Brian. I knew as soon as I saw him, we had to have him. So, we brought him home. We were on the fence about the name Brian. We figured we'd have to explain the Family Guy reference to just about everyone (well, except for my cousins, who work as cartooners for the Family Guy). So, we decided on Charlie. As in Charlie Brown, Char Dog, Charlie Horse, so on...
He's a skinny thing. He also refused to eat, until I fed him a Wendy's Single, and that kick started his appetite. The vet said he'd better eat soon or else he'd be facing IV fluids. Ugh, that'll be cheap.
In just a few days since that photo was taken, he's put on enough ounces to hide his ribcage.
I'm pretty sure he's Bubba, reincarnated.
And here's a shot of him just hangin' around.
On the other hand, we went to the Children's Museum today, with the kids getting into the face paint: