Grover

Tonight Brett was on Google maps looking at houses when he decided to look up my parents home in Oregon. Lo and behold there my dad is in the drive way for the shot of the house by his truck. We called to tell him how we found him on Google maps and he changes the subject to my dog Rudy (who I will never get back by the way). Our conversation goes something like this:

D: So did mom tell you about our new addition?

A: No, what are you talking about?

D: Rudy has a new friend. I am surprised she hasn't told you about him. They are best friends and his name is Grover.

A: (Thoroughly confused)....What are you talking about? What is it?

D: I will email pictures just wait.

As we are studying we continually update the computer for the awaited email. 30 minutes later there is still no email. So I call home to get a hold of my mom to ask her what is going on and of course my dad answers telling me to stop trying to thwart his plans and just wait. That is when we received an email with these pictures:

My poor dog...my dad is so weird... but that's why we love him