Puppies and Algebra. I'll take puppies.

I sit here with the puppy sleeping around my neck like a scarf, while Charlie and John sit at the kitchen table arguing about John's Algebra homework. Boy what memories that brings back! Charlie was the one who argued with me about MY algebra homework when we were in the ninth grade. I still don't get it. Guess who got my algebra gene? The funny part is that Charlie has been at the table the last hour trying to solve the problems himself, so they're really not getting much accomplished.

Meanwhile I promised Peach that today we would finally decide what name we were gonna give the dog.

(John is commenting about his Science class today...then whistles a part of his clarinet music and breaks out with a story about band...then talks about something they're doing in Spanish...the kid never talks about his day...then you've got Charlie mumbling under his breath "...minus 14, then positive two minus 4....there's your factor... everytime John starts humming his music, Charlie has to tell him to be quiet. "okay, tell me the answer, No that's not part of the answer, it's negative 2, now show me the rest...")

I hate school.

So we have a very large pool of names and six people who disagree. Here are some of the contenders....

John : Skittles

Melee' : Motsey

Peach : Zoey, Chloe, Muffsey, and Panini

Ace: Doesn't really care what we call her

Charlie: Nachos Bell Grande

I like Carrie's Lolita because then we can call her Lola and therefore I could continue singing Copacabana around the house "Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl, with yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there..." To which the crowd starts hissing and throwing things.

Other suggestions in the comments of the previous post, plus Baby, Sasha, M and M, Mighty Mouse, Layla, and every item found on a mexican restaurant menu...

SHE'S SO CUTE!

I have been informed, that boys of a certain age, cannot be seen snuggling a Chihuahua, therefore, Melee' quickly pulled her down from his neck and gave me a "What? I'm not snuggling a Chihuahua!" look.

Lola and Hammy.

I can't take a good picture to save my life, but she's really cute and frisky. The kids are just out of their minds crazy about her. (so far) We took the two Little's with us to Dog Town, with no intention of getting a dog (so why did we take the two Little's to Dog Town?) and gave them the whole "We're just here to look." lecture. On the way from the car Ace started in with a running commentary, "Can we take one home? What if we find one that we like? Could we just adopt one? I don't even care which one. I'll like which ever one you like..." And it didn't take long to figure out Dad was being a soft touch. He ended up saying "I don't care. It's up to you." which means, "Yes, they can have the dog, but I'm gonna blame it on you when it all goes wrong." They asked to hold every puppy, we said yes to hold about four different ones, and then settled on The Taquito, while the lady was filling out the paperwork, Peach had tears in her eyes and said "It's a dream come true!" She totally means it. Ace has been saying "Thank you" non-stop since Sunday. Today he said "Thank you for letting us hold all those puppies." Crap, if he keeps it up, I'll have to go get more. They argue over who gets to hold her first, longest, feed her, walk her, etc. John gets to hold her on the way to the High School, then Melee' gets her, then Peach, then Ace.

Now if I could just get someone to volunteer for the 3:00 a.m. shift.