About a month ago we got news that Laura's great Uncle Max had passed away. Uncle Max had a Yorkshire Terrier named Morgan. He wanted Morgan to go to someone in the family. Morgan is a boy in case you were wondering. Just think Captain Morgan. I don't know why that comes to mind. Anyway, Laura and I decided to adopt Morgan. Morgan is 10 1/2 years old. We didn't tell the boys we were going to be adopting him. This afternoon we all jumped in the car and drove to the airport. The boys were all wondering who we could be picking up. Morgan was flown in all the way from California. He had been with a pet adoption agency who deal with this kind of adoptions. So one of the owners flew him out. She said that he was very good on the plane. The boys were all very excited when they found out what was going on. We got Morgan home and he was excited to meet Max and Eighty. Well Eighty, our 15 year old cat, is still not 100% sure on what is going on. All she know is now there is someone else to bitch at when she doesn't get her way. I took Morgan outside and all of the sudden he lifted his leg, just like in the Captain Morgan commercials. Well alright in this case he had to pee, but I'm telling you he definitely has a little Captain in him. Cheers!
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