One year ago on February 14th, for our first Valentine's Day as newlyweds, we headed off to the local Humane Shelter to play with some puppies, and fell in love (who didn't see that one coming, eh?).
The next day, we brought home our then 10-month old furry son.
The shelter told us that he was an Australian Cattle Dog.
We're pretty positive that they were completely wrong.
After much research and almost a year of training, loving, discliplining, laughing, cuddling, and enjoying each other's company, we've come to believe that he is a Jack Rat Terrier; a mix between a Jack Russel Terrier and a Rat Terrier.
Of course, we will never know if our best guess is correct, because he didn't come with any sort of pedigree or papers.
Not that it matters much to us, anyways.
He is our baby. And yes, we do tuck him in at night.