I've had a busy, busy time the last two weeks. Glasgow, broken washing machines, busy work, little sleep, and now...
We got a dog last week. His name is Mac, and he's a one-year-old white lab. We took him in because his previous owners were at work all day and couldn't find the time to look after him - whereas Dave and I, night and day shift respectively, are almost always around him.
He's a good-tempered, well-trained guy - a few bad habits, but with our training efforts he's already shaking off most of them. He's also my first 'big' dog (I've had a Yorkshire Terrier and a Lhaso Apso), which is an experience. I can stay upright while he's jumping up to greet me, but I've still got to adapt his strength when excited. (He's also terrified of Tea & Coffee).
We got him last Wednesday but I kept silent on the 'net about him to surprise my Dad when he came back from Iraq. He was very surprised to find a big white labrador waiting for him. :D
Mac's adorable and I love him.