Last Saturday we went to the kids' school auction and came home with a dog. We didn't think we were going to come home with a dog, but there he was at the end of the night, sitting in the back seat of our car. The first night was a bit awkward. We arrived home at 10pm completely unprepared for a puppy. I'm not sure who was more in shock, us or him.
We named him Gryffindor after the Harry Potter books but the kids shortened it to Griffin by the next morning, and there it was. Griffin.
The first few days were a bit rocky. He seemed to prefer pissing inside the house. We played for most of the time outside but he would periodically sneak inside to pee on the floor and come back out to play. By day 3 of this I was at wit's end (to say the least). Things are getting better now as everyone is adjusting and urinating in their assigned locations.
The kids are stoked beyond belief.
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