Pets in the family

So I said last week after commenting on Caitlin’s blog that I would write about my doggies and animals. Well at my mom’s house I have two cats. One is erratic and crazy insane. The other is turning into my mom’s little baby. It’s really funny, because Sylvia (the girl) tries to follow my mom around everywhere. She runs around and chases my mom and everything my mom tries to get she lies on top of so that my mom would pay attention to her and not what she’s looking for. I’ve found Sylvia in the middle of my mom’s shoes and jewelry before.
At my dad’s house there are 5 dogs. It is crazy all the time there; I absolutely love it. Two of them are pugs and they snort around all day. I love one of them because he just crawls up into your lap and snuggles with you. He also runs around with “speeds” as people call it. It’s when little hipper dogs run around places crazily. I always think he’s going to run into something but he never does. Little dogs can run into one room run around the bed and then run out around the whole entire house doing the exact same thing. It’s really funny to watch. Anyways, the other dogs. The oldest one, a golden-lab, is my baby. The story of when I got him is entirely my fault. One day my dad and I went to breakfast at this place called the Virginia Kitchen. We usually went on Sundays to this place, so I guess it was kind of a tradition. Well this Sunday, my dad decided to read the paper. I don’t remember what section it was that he saw it, but all of a sudden he showed this picture of this puppy and I said to him, “Daddy! I want to go see them!” My dad looked at me and said, “Ooook but we are NOT getting one! You hear me? NOT GETTING ONE!” I sulked but was fine with it. We went up to this place where the puppies were in Maryland. I sat down with all the puppies and they were all so loving and cute. Little white-lab/ golden retriever puppies are adorable. Anyways, this one plopped on my lap and wouldn’t get off. I fell in love and gave my dad a “puppy-dog” face and he ended up caving in. Kids most of the time get what they want if they give the right face and beg. It’s amazing how that works.
So we picked him up a few weeks later. He was and still is the perfect little dog (except not little anymore). The way he got his name was from a commercial I watched actually. I was walking around my dad’s apartment and the tv was on. All of a sudden a Guinness Beer commercial came on. I said, “Hey Dad, how bout Guinness?!” So that was basically it. That was really random way, but o well, it’s kind of a cool dog name. I liked it. Haha. I love that dog so much.