All we told Mooch is that we were driving to Connecticut to see an old friend of dad’s. What we didn’t mention was that we were bringing home a puppy. Watching your nine year old process the fact that she’d just been handed our new dog — well, that was an incredible moment.
“I can’t ever repay you. This is the best gift ever.”
We brought this little guy home today, and he was a real trooper the whole trip. Phin, Mooch and I spent the few hours trying to agree on his name. After an elaborate process involving lists, baby name websites, Google searches and vetoes, we decided to name him Miles.
Other top contenders were: Angus, Trevor, George, Dashiell, Travis and Luke, but Miles seemed to fit him best.
Like his dear departed great uncle, our old dog Max, he should be a big, sweet, even-tempered soul. Hope so, but he’s ours, so we’ll love him no matter what.
Still to be determined: what the cat’s gonna think.
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Miles?! MILES! What a perfect name for this little fellow 🙂 He is a lucky little guy to be joining your family 🙂 Can’t wait to see more…