The dog child

Her name is Rho ... pronounced row...



I'll accept Rosie, Roseph (like Sara called her) and Ro-baby... or you can just call her puppy like I do. However, much to my family's chagrin, I will not accept Row Row Row your Boat, followed closely by the song in around as many times as there are siblings.

I can't stop you if you sing it to yourself, like my Aunt Susan does, to help you remember her name :)



Be happy it's easy to say... My first dog's name was Laplace (pron: Luh-plahs`)

"Your FIRST dog?" you might ask?

Yes my first dog...

So when Zac and I first got married I told him I wanted a gigantic dog... He wanted a cat - figures. Over the years (all 4 of them) I've whittled him down and convinced him that he didn't want a cat and then continued in my quest to obtain a dog. We've lived in apartments most our married life, so I don't think he realized the extent of my brainwashing - he just auto-responded "we can't get a dog, Jana, we live in an apt". This didn't stop me from stomping my feet and flopping on the bed in dramatic mysery. I really wanted a dog. We had a fish - it died. I couldn't handle a repeat loss and asked for a dog... we could just hide it in our apt and no one would know... there was a couple in our court that did that... but we didn't ... so when we bought our house he no longer had an excuse AND I had him BELIEVING he might actually want a dog...



On a whim I bought a dog on the side of 90th. I begged Zac, and he seeing how happy it made me crumbled in any defense... Turns out Homeowners insurance can dictate the type of pets you have. FYI Bear River Mutual has a STRICT dog Policy - NO PITBULLS... Did I mention that Laplace was a pitbull? Sweet as can be, cutest face you've ever seen... we took her back after three days and I sobbed.



After that sad day, Zac made it his mission to find me a new dog (oh MAN I have him trained!... Zac not the dog) He kept asking me what dog I wanted... pretty much I just always described Laplace...



Then one day we were supposed to go with my family to the temple. They were all in town for our college graduation and Britta had never been to the Salt Lake Temple for a session. Zac bailed on me at the last minute on claims that Jefferson needed help with the kids.. but I was furious! Jefferson is Super Uncle! The man is LegendarY! I was selfish and wanted Zac with me... but I digress... of course YOU know where this is going... you're on the outside looking in.. it's obvious, right? Of course. We came home after a fun night (no temple afterall - just a bunch of girls being girly) and I walked into my mom's house to see this little ball of fur... ... I didn't know what to think of her... Zac was beside himself excited. He thinks he's so sneaky! and clever! (which, of course, he is!) Come to find out he really did leave the J-dawg to his own devices and drove 2hrs north to Cache Valley and bought her from a breeder on a farm. And then drove back only to sit still for like a half hour before I got back.



She was my graduation present!

She wasn't Laplace...

It took me a while, but I got over Laplace... and the possible lawsuits...

We pretty much latched on to Rho like she was our own flesh and blood. NEVER did I think I would be this attached to a dog... NEVER! But I am.

Isn't she cute? (you don't have to answer Abby)