One of the best things about going to visit my in-laws is hanging out with the dogs.
Aren't they cute?
Now, Asti, named, of course, after the champagne (the wine with little bubbles for the dog with little spots), is a very proper dog. She's actually Asti II, because, in the great tradition of the Simpsons, the thought is that once one has a great pet name, one will name all the future pets the same. And it's cold in Ohio! Asti, with her short hair, needs a coat!
But Gilroy is the dog that I know best. Senior year in college, my husband and his roommates decided to get a dog. Now, in an apartment where dogs are against the rules and there's great potential for the dog to be left alone for more than 10 hours a day, this is not a great idea.
But. The four roommates walked into the pound, and this was the first dog they saw. And yes, he came with the name. And... he lasted a full semseter in the apartment before he went to go live with my in-laws. Where he has a huge yard to run around in and a cute little friend to hang out with. And we get to visit him.
My husband hadn't been home in almost 6 months, but when he walked in the door, Gilroy actually cried he was so happy to see him.
Ok, ok, I know what you want. I'll post another picture.