

when my brother was a senior in high school, his girlfriend (at the time...) decided to give him a puppy for chistmas. my dad said NO WAY, but my mom thought it would be fun!!
(to this day, when this dog is naughty, my dad will remind everyone..."i said no..." but they are total besties...)
but my brother had no idea what to name him. so my mom and my brother were decorating the christmas tree and for every childhood ornament my mom would make a suggestion...."how about garfield?"...."how about _____?" and so on and on
tyler and i would always get a christmas ornament when we went to WDW when we were younger, and for some reason i always got tigger and he always got eeyore. but when my mom said "what about eeyore?" he kind of lit up and was like, "yeah! ok"
and now it totally suits him, he's a big guy (half lab, half husky) but puts on a good pout when you tell him he cant have the rest of the speghetti or to quit licking the pans that were left on the stove....he walks around the house with the "ba da ba bum, whoa as me" attitude. he kind of acts that way after seizures too, but he is def a special little boy!!