This puppy is fourteen years old today…
I remember the day we, well, the day the girls went out to get him. At the time, we still had our old dog Alvin. It was a Sunday, the NFL Championship games were an all day affair and me and Alvin were going to stay home to watch football.
Carli had pestered us to get a brand new puppy for over a year. In fact, the year before she got a giant stuffed black lab from Santa. That giant black lab still sleeps in her bed, sometimes with Carlos huddled beside it.
In the meantime, Carli had looked a couple weekends with her Mom for a REAL puppy. Dad was okay with “just” Alvin. He certainly wasn’t ready to replace our All-Pro veteran family dog with an unproven rookie pup. So the girls strategically snuck out that day to take another look.
Right around half-time I get a call…
Carli: “Dad, I found a super cute puppy. He’s black with a white chest and he’s so adorable. His name is Paul.”
Dad: “Paul? What kind of puppy name is Paul?
Carli: “But Dad, he’s the cutest of the whole bunch and I promise to walk him, train him, feed him, throw the ball for him. I promise!”
Dad: “Mom is an adult. She can make an adult decision. I gotta go, half-time’s over!” Click.
Carli: “I love you Dad.”
An hour later they were home with this super cute bundle of joy, energy, and puppy breath.
Dad: “Yes, he IS super cute BUT… we’re going to have to change his name.”
Mom: “I love you Dad.”
Fourteen years later…
Carli, Mom, and Dad: “We love you CARLOS, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”
Dad: “Congratulations Carlos, you’ve just been inducted into the Family Dog Hall-of-Fame! What are you going to do next?”
Carlos: “Woof! Woof! Woof! I’m going to Walt Disney World!!”
Dad: “Attaboy! C’mon pup, let’s play some ball.”