And Banjo was his name-o

Well, I did it. After years of pleading and waiting for the kids to be old enough, I was able to wear Matt down....we got a dog!! It was Valentines' day and he had already been the good husband and brought me flowers and candy to work...I know, pretty typical presents, but I'm a sucker for tradition.

He calls me on his way home and tells me to expect one more gift. When he got there, he walks into the living room with a copy paper box in his hands. "Sorry hunny, I had to bring some work home." Ok, I think, that's odd..he doesn't usually do that.. He places the box on the floor and Isaac runs up to it and takes the lid off...There to my suprise is a little black furball...I was soo
excited!!! Actually dumbfounded is a better word for it...Matt said that it was only timing that caused us to get the dog. Someone he works with was in the parking lot selling these dogs, who came from an accidental litter. His registered black lab got jiggy with his Chesapeake retriver. So Matt caved...


We named him Banjo, and he's doing great!! He was 6 weeks old when we got him, and has already outgrown the collar we bought. We are crate training him, which seems to be working out just fine. The accidents have been few and far between, and really easy to clean up since we have laminate flooring downstairs.

The boys are doing good with him. Isaac is warming up quite well, although he still thinks that when Banjo nips at him, he's being mean. We've tried to explain to him that is how puppies play, but I don't think he's gotten the concept yet. Caleb is mostly oblivious to the dog, unless he takes one of his toys away from him. So I guess we are the pefect nuclear family now!!