Woof, woof woof and woof.

Oh dear, here we go.  If a boy needs a dog, we definitely found the dog for our boy. After a few months of watching and waiting and searching and paperwork,  we adopted a dog today from Ruff Start Rescue. 
His name from the rescue was Carlin, but I think as a family we are in agreement that he will be Dodge. Mostly because baby R can say that and it doesn't sound like any bad words (at least at this point).
He is a goofy dog, about 3 years old, and just as mild mannered as we could have hoped for. 
I think the waiting has paid off! 

The big poo

We all know it's coming,  but when and where it will strike the first time is anyone's guess.
Tonight though Mr. R got it...you know, the poo in the bathtub from baby R.
I have to admit, it was so disgusting.  But Mr. R really took it quite bad. I wasn't sure if he was going to throw up or cry or both.
I am sure everyone has a story about it, and I kind of wish I could have gotten a bit of video to show you,  that was just way to gross.
Here's to hoping that next time,  because we know there's always a next time, I will know how to handle it.