Welcome home, Tomme

Well, we did it. Sara and I are now the proud owners of a 1 year old male boxer, Tomme.

At first I thought I'd post a list of all the reasons we love him or why we wanted a dog, or why he's a great dog for us, but nobody wants to read that. So, here's a run-down of all the things we ignored when we decided to commit to dog ownership:

Number of other dogs Tomme scared half to death: 3
Number of times said dog urinated on the hardwood: ~15
Number of times the dog crapped on the hardwood: ~8
Number of sofa/couch urination incidents: 1
Number of carpet urination incidents: 3
Number of shits on the dog bedding: 2
Number of glass hydrometers eaten by the dog (yes, glass!): 1
Number of shoes chewed on by the dog: 10
Number of dominoes taken from the living room and hidden in the backyard: 1
Number of pieces of Matt's berry pie eaten by the dog: 1
Number of Matt's sandwiches eaten by the dog: 2
Pounds of food eaten by the dog: ~150
Pounds of shit deposited by said dog inside our new domicile: ~250
Number of doorways chewed to hell by the dog: 1
Number of chew toys destroyed by the dog: 5
Number of $150 crates eaten and ruined: 1 (in 2 days no less)
Number of times Matt said the words "Jesus Christ, Tomme": we lost count somewhere after day 3
Rough cost of keeping the dog for two weeks: $700

With all that said, he really has a good temperament. He needs a lot of exercise and learns really quickly and most importantly, he's a very friendly dog who has made himself a place in our home.