Angie brought back a little something special too. It's official. We are expecting our first child. Angie has felt fine physically I think. She's been a little miffed about having to go on maternity leave so soon after finding her dream job. So she spends her time making new friends.
I decided to join in with a highly accredited research group who are studying the breeding potential in exotic K-9s. Yes. I'm breeding dogs. My founder is a blue and red Chow Chow. It's mate, appropriately called Mother One, is a crazy pink colored poodle. I can't wait to see what new breed I can come up with. All I have to do is create one heir. Then I get to send the original dogs back. I then pick up a new breeding mate when the heir becomes an adult and start the process all over again. I'm hoping to get at least a half dozen generations completed in my lifetime. Then I'll just pass it off to my heir to continue. Isn't research exciting?
After a short (but according to Angie very painful) labor, my son Egan Avery was born. Angie thinks he looks just like me. I can't argue. After hearing all about the labor in great detail (as I was at work at the time), I have come to the conclusion that whatever Angie wants, Angie gets. At least for a while. She did just give me a son and insure the continuance of my legacy. Humoring her for a while is the least I can do. Lord, I hope she never finds where I keep this journal stashed. Must remember to upgrade the encryption.