"Say hello to my little friend…"

No worries, there are no M16 assault rifles or grenade launchers here…those really aren’t my thing. To be honest, the movie Scarface isn’t really my thing, either. But nevertheless the infamous line is fitting for today’s post. Meet Rocco…

Rocco is the pup that we stumbled upon one snowy day back in December. The Humane Society was having an “adoption sale” and being the sucker for sales that I am, decided to check it out. If you don’t believe that love at first sight exists, then clearly you have never stepped foot inside a humane society full of adorable little guys looking for a home to spend their lives in. Much like Target, I have no willpower in places like this. Rocco came home with us the very next day. And hasn’t left our side since. He is our extremely spoiled doggie child.

We have experienced our fair share of chewed up picture frames - yes, the fancy metal ones that previously showcased our wedding pictures (for some reason he isn’t into shoes…let’s keep it that way). We have spent small fortunes at Petsmart on toys that didn’t live through the night. He has even shown off his interior decorating skills a time or two..

And yes, I hate to admit it, but I’m pretty sure I’ve cooked Rocco dinner (per vet's orders) more than I’ve cooked for Husband. But I wouldn’t trade Rocco (well maybe a few of the vet visits in March) for the world. Yesterday I even overheard Husband say to him, “Rocco, I hope that whenever kids come into our life, they are half as cool as you are.”