We have a new family member! This is _________, our new baby boy.
We say “_________” because we haven’t settled on a name. We wanted to call him George, but we all decided this evening that it just doesn’t fit him.
Now we’re trying on “Oliver” to see if that’s who he is. Oliver, Ollie, Ollie-Pop (Jack came up with that one), Ollie-wog… the nickname possibilities seem endless. So far it’s feeling more right than George did.
We got _________ from a friend I used to work with. He’s a rat terrier, was the first born of five, and was the largest pup. He has less white on him that most of his littermates. _________’s litter name was Arrow because of the unique mark on his back:
It looks like an arrow, yes, but it also kinda looks like a heart. Like a tattoo of a heart. A tattoo of a heart that totally says “Mom” in it. Cutest little thing, yes it is. And the heart completely defines his personality—this guy is such a little lover, and so far has spent most of his time in my lap. When he’s not chasing Katie and Jack around the backyard, anyway.
Scout is pretty “meh” about _________. Casey has been pouting since we brought him home. Millie is completely fascinated and can’t take her eyes off him. The dogs may not be thrilled about our new addition, but I think he and Millie have a great future of mutual torment ahead.
We’ll have better quality (non-phone) photos to share soon.