This past weekend we took Massimo to the new dog park in our area. I guess we had a mental pause and forgot that it had rained all night!!! He quickly turned from white to brown, so we dropped him off to get a bath before bringing him home. While killing time, we decided to drop in the SPCA to look at dogs they had on their adoption list. Dustin wanted to look because he had never been there, and while we were in Orlando his sister adopted a puppy. He became obsessed with the idea that instead of paying for a Westie (which is what I want and have already sent deposit money on) we would adopt a "mutt", which would in turn be the BEST dog we have ever had.
So, we walk in and spot a Chihuahua. Ava says immediately that she is taking him home. We are there for about 2 hrs playing with him and waiting for him to poop. Dustin wanted him to pass the poop test. Ava runs around telling everyone that she is getting this puppy and will have him forever. So being the suckers we are, we now have 2 dogs.
Here is a piece of the dialogue:
Me: Okay, I guess we are getting him so what should we name him. Lets take a family vote.
Dustin: I really like Cujo and think its a funny name.
Ava: I really like Charlie and thats going to be his name.
For a day we decide to name him Cujo. That name soon fades, so we are back to the drawing board.
Me: Ava, do you still want to name our new dog Charlie?
Ava: No, I don't. I did yesterday, but today I have the best name ever!
Me: You do. What is it?
Ava: His name will be....Holy Spirit.
Me: That name is already taken and we can't use it again.
Ava: Well I guess I will settle for Charlie or Daisy.
Me: Charlie it is.
Charlie is a 2 year old Chi Chi Terrier mix and we already love him dearly.
