5-10-08: We have a name!!!! My Dad actually named him. In the Marine Corps, there is a man called a Gunnery Sergeant, who is in charge of hundreds of fighting Marines, yet who is right there with them in the heat of it all. He is strong and courageous and loyal and takes amazing care of "his" men. Because of this, he earns complete respect and devotion from those Marines. Out of affection, this man is referred to as "Gunny". My Dad recognized this same heart and spirit when I told him about this guy, and he suggested we call him Gunny. It was the only name that even sounded remotely right. Gunny had a bath today. It was a two-person job, but he was a trooper. Again, even being nervous, he was a complete gentleman, let us do whatever we needed to do. Unfortunately we couldn’t get all the grime from his coat, but he’s nice and soft now! And afterwards, when the humans sat down on the patio chairs to visit, Gunny crawled right up in my lap and curled up in a ball, with his head tucked under my arm! This may get tricky when he gains all of his weight and get close to 80 pounds! Hopefully Terry can post the pictures we took of the Lap Dog. Gunny also met Linc, one of my cats, face to face and that went well. Linc thinks he is a dog anyway, so that may have helped. Gunny and Oscar (my sweet and gentle Pitbull mix) sniffed noses through the fence today. Lots of happy tails!

EVERYONE slept through the night this time…boy, I really enjoyed THAT!

Amy