Sadly, Rusty Max Webb is no longer a live-in member of the Webb family. It turns out I was allergic to the cute little ball of fluff and it was either the dog or my eyeballs. By a non-unanimous vote, it was decided the puppy had to go. The girls were crushed, Luke was sad, I was heartbroken, and Cameron was oblivious. 
We kissed him goodbye, loaded him up, and sold him to a young married couple that will love the snot out of him.
It was awfully sad, folks.
But, since we were all feeling a little low, we made a trip to the museum gift shop and left with a brand new puppy (And a Sorcerer's Stone. More on this soon.).
(Please do not let the "puppy pad" that the dog is sitting on go unnoticed.)
(Please do not let the "puppy pad" that the dog is sitting on go unnoticed.)
This puppy doesn't bark, or bite, or chew, or nibble, or pee, or poo, or lick, or slip through the slits in the fence, or cry at night, or make me break out in hives and swell my eyes closed shut.
He can stay.
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