Oh RBI; Ribbie; Ribbie Trey Grant.
Everyone reading this.....let it be known.....I am IN LOVE with this dog. Like hook, line, and sinker. Smitten. He gets away with murder, and I can't bring myself to scold him. He is so sweet, and such a little ornery puppy. I love every inch of him.
The kids do too, and don't let him fool you, Dad thinks he is pretty great too.
I can't remember if it was Beau or Brenley, but one of them said, he just completes our family. And he does. It's that simple. He completes our family.
We got him neutered last week and that was a bit traumatic (for me), and him having to wear the cone of shame was heartbreaking, but he managed through it. He has been home with me all week and I know he misses his friends at Playcare. But he got the green light to come back to play care next week, and he is healthy and ready to go!
As fitting to his name, he likes baseball.
He likes Brenley's babies.
He LOVES to sit on the porch and play watch guard.
He likes walks and sniffing poop.
Like a Grant, he LOVES to eat. Nom Nom Nom - it's gone.
His new favorite pastime is waiting for me to drop food when I fix lunches in the morning or fix dinner in the evenings. Always at my feet. He can snap up a cheesy Dorito chip faster than his brother Beau can, and that's saying something.
We love him, and he completes us. He brings us a lot of joy, and broken toys, and a messy house. We are learning to embrace all of it.