My Very Own Marley (and then some)

Meet Tino. He is my dog. He came home one afternoon in 1995 without any input or permission for that matter from anyone else in the family. Maybe not the best move, but it was successful. I couldn't resist his doleful eyes when I met him at the SPCA back then. Of course the logical question is what on earth I was doing at the SPCA in the first place if I wasn't pet hunting. I was visiting, and happened to fall in love, that's all. It was innocent enough and love at first site. We named him after baseball player Tino Martinez when he was still a Seattle Mariner. When he got traded to the Yankees we gave serious thought to renaming the dog.

Tino has been a great job, and he does look like Marley, doesn't he? I didn't read the book, but I think I will. I just saw the movie and cried through the last half hour. Bawled and sniveled is more like it. It was a great story and a great movie, and hit a bit too close to home as Tino no longer sleeps upstairs. They are too tough for him. Even the two stairs to the garage sometimes present difficulty. He is getting older.


Meet Finn. He will turn one on January 2nd, and was Matt's birthday present to Carolyn. He is fun and well behaved and gets along with Tino and our four cats great. And a couple of pre-Christmas photos...brother and sister tormenting each other...

Sister and sister drooling over IPod Touches which were not to be touched...

And wrapping paper fencing. All fun.