4 years of Tanner...
I can't believe that Tanner has lived with us for FOUR years! If you don't know Tanner's story, he was born in Ohio and was living with a family there and they decided that they were all of the sudden 'allergic' to him. (probably had NOTHING to do with the fact that he chewed EVERYTHING in sight.) So off Tanner went to jail, scared and alone. Then my nice Aunt Patty, who does lots of work for the Ashtabula County shelter, happened to be at the shelter and saw this shivering lump of Boston Terrier in a cage. She of course called my Mom and Dad and asked if they were interested in giving him a furever home since they already had one wonderful, charming, handsome and charismatic Boston. Seeing as how I do not have thumbs I was unable to intercept the call in time to scream a resounding NOOOO. They said YES and Tanner was whisked out of jail into foster care at nice Aunt Patty's house. She then drove him all the way across the country to Arizona, and 4 years ago today that journey ended.
then MY journey began. I had to learn to share. I had to learn to have my sleep disturbed. I had to learn that Cowboy Pig was not indestructible. I had to learn that Mom and Dad did not belong to just me. I also had to learn that my new brother was a DOOFUS. So I guess that if I had to have a Doofus brother, I am glad I have this one. I guess.
Petey sort of sums it up tho...
Thanks for the great card Petey, but I don't know how much of our deposit we'd even get back at this point. hehe.
BUT the good news is, we got WISHBONES to celebrate Tanner's gotcha day!!
Tanner dove right in to his...
I prefer a more studious and measured approach.
Um yes, did I mention he was a Doofus??
Mom says these are wishbones... I am about to make my wish...
CRAP he is still there!!
I think this thing is broken!!
Oh well, Happy Gotcha Day DOOFUS.