Anyway, that is not my big news. I was dropped off by Jen and headed quickly into the house to ditch my bags and come back for my baby in the car, when all I saw was a little tiny puppy running loose in the house. I said, "this is not be our puppy, tell me Mark, this is not our puppy!" The kids were playing with him and there was the crate and toys, and happy kid faces.... this was OUR puppy. He does not have a name yet, but I am leaning towards Chewie. He is a 2 month old Cockapoo. At first when Jen asked me what kind of dog it was, I was still in shock and said "I have no idea, it's brown and furry".
Off to learn about housebreaking!