Yes, it's true. His name is Brisket. And although I lobbied (hard) for Inman -- it was vetoed early and often -- and there was nearly a 'win' for Cash (as in Johnny), I have to say Brisket is really growing on me. He kind of looks like a "Brisket"! Even better, we can be reasonably sure that his records won't be confused with any other dogs' records at the vet. Bonus.
Brisket-frenzy was reaching a fever pitch the day before he came home. His bed was tested and re-tested for quality assurance with the utmost rigor.
The ride home from Saltillo. There's a puppy in our back seat!
Are you ALWAYS going to be using that thing? (I may or may not have taken an excessive number of photos before we even reached the highway.)
Snooze.
Quick piddle stop and lunch break on the way home. Brisket was a hit.
In case we eventually forget which weekend he came to join the family.
Investigating the grounds.
Watching Nana pull up to the house with the kids. Oh heck. Get ready.
As soon as Henry discovered the puppy, he began waving at him and saying "bye-bye!" Hmmm. Who's leaving?
I think they're falling in love.
Apparently Brisket snuck up and really surprised Ella.
For the record, I'm not the only one harassing the puppy with lots of camera clicks.
The best news is that Henry's really coming around to his new little brother today. I think they're going to be good friends afterall.