This week has been a busy one with lots of tests [no results yet--should get them on Tuesday--and you will get a full update then]. We had plans to go to my most favorite catfish place in Louisiana for dinner on Saturday. I slept late and did my walking. All of a sudden it was "hurry up and get ready, we are leaving an hour early". Our friends had to go to the airport and pick up a "package"--no problem. We even rode to Kentwood to look at a dog they wanted to give Papa (and went by Britney Spears house--nice house--end of that). We got to the airport and Ed and Phil went to get the package and Ed took it to the car and picked us up. I opened my car door and this is what I saw--- the most beautiful little Scottish Terrior I have ever seen. Papa really surprised me with this one. He has so much personality and fits right in with all the family. The kids all loved him when they came for lunch today. I'm trying to find a name for him. His parents have nothing to work with so we're starting from scratch. He's very special so he deserves a really special name. You can see that he realy loves Papa. Even right now he is snuggled down beside him watching TV. Does the word "spoiled" ring a bell? Now I'll have someone to keep me company when I don't feel like getting out. Whatever his name turns out to be will be keeping me company.
Does anyone have any potty training tips?
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