Ozzy

This weekend we got a dog. Not a puppy, a dog. I can't even explain how excited the boys were.


Oz, who is formerly known as Spice, is half boxer and half american bulldog. He is a LARGE boy. When we picked him up I think Marcus was a little shocked by his size. We decided to change his name after Mike and I came to the conclusion that no male dog should have to suffer another day of being called Spice.


But the boy is a lover. He thought he was a lap dog on the van ride home. He spent the weekend sniffing every inch of our house and yard. He could care less about Alice except when she hisses and runs. Then he thinks she is very interesting and chases after her. We are using a baby gate to separate them until they get acquainted a little more.


Oz is Mike's best friend already. He waits by the door when Mike leaves for work. He loves James too. James likes to give him big bear hugs and french kisses. Umm, who taught him to kiss like that?

So glad we finally got a dog. With four boys in the house it was about time. Boys need dogs as much as they need dirt and rocks.