Max

Apparently, my poor ole Dad has wanted a dog for the past 24 years. But, I guess my Mom thought that three kids were enough "pets" for one household. Now that my brother is going off the college in the fall, Dad finally got his puppy. He is so cute about it; whenever I call, I can barely hear my mom because Dad and the dog are wrestling in the livingroom. It took them a few days to decide on a name, as my Dad wanted to give him a classic Big Dog name like "Max." My mom, on the other hand, was thinking more along the lines of "Jerome Bettis." (She is not at all a crazy Pittsburgh fan.) But, in the end, "Max" won out. So now I have a baby brother named Max. Dad emailed me this picture of him and said, "Max is always glad to see me. This makes him feel special. How cute.