We have been adopted.

I love dogs, just not on my bed or carpet or well anywhere in my house.  Grandma has 2 really cute ones and visiting them a few times a week is all I can take.  I just can't take the mess of dog hair and drool.  So when a stray started hanging around our house I just ignored him.  Days turned to weeks and he's still there, giving me pitiful stares everytime I leave the house.  Oliver even accused me of feeding him because he just sleeps in our yard even though there are plenty to choose from.  Well, I was about to call the city to come and get him when a neighbor down the street said he's been feeding him and trying to get close enough to take him in.  Apparently this dog is in love with Miss Madi and I and comes running everytime he here's M's screams outside.



See those sad eyes?



She was trying to share her water with him.

No wonder this dog loves her, she found a stick to throw for him.

Everywhere we go so does the dog.

I'm working on a future soccer player here!

I really do feel bad for him, but I just can't take in any more pets\kids\messiness!  He followed me on a 2 mile run yesterday so now I'm sure everyone in the neighborhood thinks he's mine :)