
Brett hops into the car the other night after soccer practice and tells me they are getting a dog! I was surprised. He continued, "Mom said if I played soccer we could get a dog!" So I said, "Didn't you want to play soccer?" His reply - "No, I did not!"

So we have Lucky - who is actually eight years old and such a nice dog. He never jumps. In people years that is 56 years old - thats my kind of dog!!

The boys are doing great at taking care of him. He is Lucky!