Canine rivalry

Less than a year old when Jimmy was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, Andy would have been given away had it not been for our children, Jackie and Mary. He lived with them, off and on, for that whole year we stayed in Atlanta most of the time, and I'm sure he must have been confused about where "home" was.

They've missed him since he's moved back in with us, so a couple of months ago, Mary adopted a puppy from the Humane Society: Charlie. They told her that Charlie, like Andy, was a chihuahua-mix.

Charlie's an adorable pup, but chihuahua? I don't think so. German shepherd is more like it, with maybe a little hound thrown in for good measure. He's over 25 pounds already, and still has a lot more growing to do.

Mary brought Charlie over for a play-date with Andy today, but Andy refused to have anything to do with THAT. Territorial by nature, Andy detests his rival for Mary's affection, and was most uncivil. He'll get over it. Someday. Maybe.