A Jimi Thing

He's a pug/something else mix who's maxed out at about 15 pounds...just enough weight on him so that Reese can't carry his ass around (often times by the neck, pretending he's fake) anymore.  He joined our family in February and Davis demanded that we call him 'Jim'.  It was a battle we knew we'd lose and, therefore, chose not to start. 

Justin and I, as it turns out, aren't the biggest 'dog people' in the world, so a little Jim has turned out to be a perfect fit for us both.  All four of us, really.  The kids are obsessed with him. 

He's very hyper and smart and protective. His 'favorites list' would include tennis balls, stuffed animals, my shadow, playing on the floor with Davis, Justin's attention, and Reese's bed.  We lubbers him.

He just looks like a 'Jim', right?

 

Always all up in my biz...

When we first brought him home.