Charlie’s looking for a toy. Why are there no toys?!?

I think we’ll keep him.

It’s been a week, and we are madly in love with Charlie. Overall, I’d call it a successful transition. He and Lex get along famously, Matt has taught him to sit and he’s housebroken. Well, not really. He still really likes to take a poo in the basement. But he’s close to housebroken.

Magic bowl: Polaroid, tooth, tokens.

And last night, the Tooth Fairy came! Charlie lost one of his baby canine teeth. He got my attention by neurotically licking his nose (or so it appeared) and then it just flew out of his mouth. At first I thought one of his nails fell out, but upon closer examination I saw he lost a baby tooth. I put it in my magic bowl on top of the TV, and made sure to hide a dog treat in his bed.

In the first week of living with someone new, peculiar habits may surface. For Charlie, he has a thing for staying clean. Particularly, he likes to slip into the bathtub while Matt or I take a shower.

At first I noticed his little nose poking through the curtain. Then it was both paws on top of the tub. Then front legs hanging in the tub … and next thing you know, he’s soaked! Must be that Border Collie curiosity!

Now that Charlie has a name (thanks to everyone who suggested names and voted!) we had two tasks to accomplish. First, we had to teach it to him, and secondly, we had to get a cool name tag!

Somehow the stars aligned perfectly and Matt was able to get Charlie to answer to his new name AND teach him how to sit, all in one day. Matt says no magic was involved on teaching the command; he simply watched a YouTube video. To celebrate, we went to PetSmart and bought a bright red dog bone name tag. Fancy-schmancy stuff, indeed.

Throughout this week, Lexie has been a gracious big sister, gently (and geriatrically) showing young Charlie the ropes. Lex gave up her favorite spot on the couch (until we put a stop to that), she holds her ground as he zooms around her in the yard and does this odd yawn-thing each time Charlie goes in for a kiss. We Googled “dog-yawn-kiss” and apparently it’s a calming signal to indicate that everything is OK and there is nothing to worry about. Awwe.

In exchange for all of this, Lex gets to eat unlimited amounts of puppy chow. Not that we would want to encourage that, or anything. But she’s still quick on the paws, and able to gobble down quite a bit of kibble before we realize she’s in the wrong bowl.

And given that she’s a tad underweight, I’m tempted to let this play out.

In the meantime, Charlie is busy emptying the dog toy basket. The same basket that sat idle in my house for years. He’s discovering the red squeaky bone, the two-foot ropey, the stuffed giraffe, the Kong. He pulls them all out, piling up his favorites on the dog bed, then squeaks the giraffe for like 10 minutes straight.

Oh yes. Music to this mom’s ears.


And my name is …

It was a three-way race to the end but one name emerged victorious.

Meet Charlie “Scout” Greenberg.

Charlie is sitting in Lexie’s spot, but she’s OK with it.

This name won by a nose.

At first it was a strong two-name race, between Charlie and Walter. They duked it out. Then, out of nowhere, Maxwell entered the race as a dark horse. They remained basically in a three-way tie almost to the end.

My favorite, Henry, came in dead last with two votes. I’d really like to meet the other person who cast a vote for Henry and shake his or her hand. I still stand by my vote.

Ira came in just ahead of Henry. But Matt and I were a bit relieved, and both agreed that name would be best saved for someone’s first born, rather than a cute pup.

Click on the image above to see the final poll results.

I would be remiss is I didn’t mention the Scout contingent. You were loud. And persistent. And honestly, if Scout — the name he came with — was an entry on the pool, surely this would have been one helluva four-way race.

As a nod to all ya’ll Scout-heads, we will keep that as a middle name, to be used at our discretion. Most likely when I really need to get his attention. Like when he’s eating a pair of underwear or pooping under my dressing table (OK, that only happened once, so far).

Charlie seems a perfect fit. He’s already turned his head when Matt called out his new name.

We’re off to a good start.

You want to know his name? Cast a vote!

How much is that puppy on the counter? More importantly, what is his name? Vote now!

Matt and I spent Father’s Day weekend, appropriately enough, becoming puppy parents. The both of us lost our fathers three years ago, just three months apart. The unimaginable grief of suddenly losing my dad was only compounded by the loss of Matt’s dad to cancer.  These experiences tested us, and in the end cemented our relationship.

So on this holiday of ties, fishing lures and barbecues, Matt and I turn the page. We created our own celebration, thinking of how our fathers would have loved to meet each other. And to hang out in our yard and throw the ropie to Scout. Or gently rub Lex behind the ears.

We are honoring their memories by becoming the best parents we can be.

Time to pick a name

The Dog Formerly Known As Scout soon will have a new name. The pup couldn’t believe it when I told him ya’ll submitted almost 20 name suggestions for him. We were surprised by how many people suggested keeping Scout. It’s a fine name, really, and I have known some legendary Scouts in my time.

But I’m thinking there’s a better fit for our little dog.

We’ve prepared a poll featuring five names we selected from your great submissions. Please take a moment and cast your vote.

This little fuzzball wants a name soon, so vote and be counted!

EDITOR’S NOTE: The poll has closed. The name will be revealed tonight! (June 25)

I beg your paw-don, but I need a new name

What’s in a name? Well, apparently … everything!

With it looking like Scout will soon join our family, we’re looking to you to help us choose a new name for this pup. Not that there’s anything wrong with his name; we just don’t think it’s the right fit.

I need a biscuit. And a new name.

This is where you come in.

Send us your suggestions, either in the comments below, on the Finding Furever Facebook page or by emailing us at

We will pick the top names then post them in a poll, where you will make the final decision.

To help you in your task, we plan to take copious notes, plentiful pictures and lots of video footage when we meet Scout. We’ll post fast and furious.

You’ve been here for the journey, so we’re honored to have your help in renaming our dog. Or at the very least, providing a nickname to use when he’s chewing our shoes!

EDITOR’S NOTE: The poll has closed. The name will be revealed tonight! (June 25)