His name is Diego, and we adopted him from the local SPCA. What happened was this...
For a long time, Tommy has been fascinated by dogs. I think "doggie" was one of his first clear words. Well, because of this fascination, it has been a topic of conversation for a while about when we should get a dog. I, being a cat person, have always leaned more towards the "well, let's wait until the kids are old enough to take care of it" argument, believing that (in general) dogs are smelly and time consuming.
A few weeks ago, Logan began talking about the kind of dog he'd like to get someday called a "Rhodesian Ridgeback." I'd never heard of that kind of dog before, but evidently they were bred in Africa for hunting lions. Last Saturday I was online watching a tv show, and during a commercial break (which is even more boring online since its the same commercial over, and over, and over again) I decided to do some research on the breed. Turns out that they're great family pets, very intelligent, beautiful red color, low maintenance, etc. "Hmm," I thought. "Maybe someday."
Next commercial break rolls around, and I decide to look at the SPCA website for what kind of dogs were available in our area (I'm not really sure why I did this...). As I scrolled down the list I was shocked to see...a Rhodesian Ridgeback. In Rockbridge county. What were the odds??
Okay, so he's not a purebred. He's a cross (they think) between a ridgeback and a Redbone Coonhound. While both are hunting dogs (technically) they're both said to be great with kids, non-digging (a big plus), intelligent, and, well, pretty. When Logan found out we couldn't resist the temptation to go and look, and the rest is history! Three days later we were dog owners.
Since our backyard was already fenced, we bought a kennel for his "bedroom" while we're away from home, and for him to stay in at night so that we don't worry about him getting out. So far, it's been great! He barely barks (except at the cats), and even that is so low that it's not nearly as annoying as a little yapper. He's really gentle with Tommy, and loves playing fetch and going for walks. He's a year old, so he still has a bit of the puppy in him, but in a lot of ways he's already mature and has quickly become a family member. I'm just lucky it's summer and warm outside, or I'm sure Logan would have convinced me by now to let him in the house (he's strictly an outside dog at this point).
Anywho, enjoy the pictures! Tommy LOVES the dog (he calls him "Diego Doggy) and I'm just glad Diego likes him back!









The graduation support group
Logan and Tommy






