Nacho

So, to make up for taking the fish back to the store, we got a dog. That's right. I always swore I would never get a dog, and here we are...dog owners. Actually, I really love the little pup. He's such a sweet little dog. He's a Boston Terrier, and such a cutie. He doesn't bark, but he's been known to cry when he wants me. He loves me the most already. I guess he knows I'm the mommy. I'm also his protector. Carly has a habit of loving him a little too much. Josh still isn't too fond of him. He runs when ever Nacho gets near, which makes Nacho run after him because it seems like a game. Poor kid ends up on the ground getting licked and jumped on by the dog, until I can run over and rescue him. I'm sure he'll get used to having a dog soon. Meanwhile, I should keep my video camera on hand, cause it's quite the scene to see my toddler running for his life from the 6 lb. baby dog.

I should add that Jarod named him Nacho, short for Ignacio, which is Grandpa Val's name. I think he gave up on convincing me to name one of our sons Nacho.