Dino how 'bout a little Vino?
My mom headed to work this morning, running late as usual, and I went into the computer room with my coffee so that I could check my e-mail, drink the rest of my coffee and go to the gym. About five minutes after she left I hear the garage door open, I go out there and say, "You miss me already?" and she has something in her arms, it was a puppy! He is about 6 weeks old and he and about 5 other puppies were just sitting in the middle of the road. She and two other cars stopped. She caught him and he was covered in tics, I got him to the vet where they said they were going to do some "tic pickin'" and he looked like a "bird dawg" (ah southeren lingo...). When I get in the car to head to the gym, leaving him there for his "tic pickin'" I turn on the radio and the new Brad Paisley song, Tic's is on I couldn't help but laugh. Well mom and Bob said I could keep him so I named him Dino....my dad suggested the name and I was trying to go with a Navy theme at first and my step-mom said Ensign, I liked them both so he is technically Ensign Dino, but I'll just call him Dino.
