We adopted a dog from the shelter and picked him up late this afternoon. He is a miniature poodle, 5 years old, and very docile. When I asked Benjamin what we should name him he looked at the red leash from the shelter and said, "Well, his leash is red and he is...what color is that, Mommy?" "Grey." "Grey. (A few minutes later in the car) Or we could call him Leafy, Branchy, or Tree."
This baby is some kind of sweet. By the time we pulled into the driveway with our new dog it was dark and I told Benjamin that since we have to keep Wiggy and the new dog apart for a week (the new dog has kennel cough which is contagious to other dogs) he and I would go in first, get cleaned up a bit, and I would get his dinner plated for him and then I would go back out and get the dog. He said, "Mommy, take him in first. He'll be scared if we leave him here by himself. It's dark. I can stay here and you take him first." Seriously. Most thoughtful baby ever.
