Knew Right Then, He Was Ours

Ghost of kari:

When I saw a young dog wandering up by the shed, I presumed it was a neighbor's, and sent big son out to chase the dog off. Son ran to him, arms in the air, boogala-boogling, and the dog just laid down on his back. Knew right then, he was ours.

Son got the naming privilege, and chose Gimli. I didn't think it fit him, but what could I say? After all these years, he's still good old Gimli.

And he does like his kerchief, I think. Like he likes his bed and his blanket.

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