A few days ago, Aaron called me. We talked for a while, and then he told me that he and Kelly were on their way to buy a puppy. He sounded kind of noncommittal about it. When he told me that they were going to buy something called a "maltapoo," I thought he was kidding. But no, I was informed that a maltapoo is a cross between a maltese and a poodle, and Kelly had fallen in love with one, and they were on their way to buy it. Aaron's only real comment on this was to say that Kelly had told him the dog will only weight seven pounds when it's fully grown so "at least I won't spend a lot of money feeding it."
So the next day, I get this photo emailed to me, apparently taken about an hour after Aaron and I talked. Mr. Tough Man appears to be warming up to the dog, wouldn't you say?

Aaron called to tell me to look at the photos. Then he emailed the photos to mom and called and talked to her about the dog for an hour. About how smart the dog is, and how Kelly is better at disciplining the dog and house-training him than Aaron is, because Aaron feels bad when he starts whimpering. The dog's name is Jake. It's a great name, but it makes it hard for me to think of the dog as well, a dog. So I've just decided to go on and think of Jake as my nephew. Welcome to the family, Jake.
Of course, this doesn't mean I'm not still going to make fun of Aaron for owning a maltapoo. Hahahahaha.