Tye and I knew our days as non-pet-owners were numbered. The girls were pulling out the big guns in their arguments for a dog, and we had just plain run out of reasons not to do it. We had actually been visiting shelters and adoption events for a few weeks to scope out the field, and we knew we wanted to adopt from a rescue organization. Then, at the beginning of June, we saw this little girl in her cage and I knew she was coming home with us:
She's a mix of Shepherd, Doberman, and probably a few other things, but she's a sweetheart. Tatum thinks she has a new little sister and insists on carrying her around, even though Charlie is almost as big as she is now. She's about 6 months old and we don't know much about her past, other than she is housebroken and LOVES to have her tummy rubbed.
Picking Charlie up from boarding after our lake trip. The girls were ecstatic to see her.
Tye built this awesome Snoopy-esque dog house from scratch and the girls painted it fire engine red. Our patio hasn't been the same since.
Welcome to the family, Charlie!