Introducing the newest member of the Jones clan. Bella! This is a moment that I have been dreading ever since I told a 2 year old Ethan that we had to wait until he turned 8 before we could get a dog. This has been my standard reply every two to three weeks since. All I could imagine was some horrible, yappy, scrappy, in-your-face animal that peed everywhere imaginable. Instead we somehow managed to get the sweetest, most passive, most obedient dog ever born. Bella is a dream dog: three years old, potty trained, ball-playing trained, non-barking, loving fur-ball of sweetness. Three days at our home and already she had wagged her way into our hearts. Welcome Home, Bella.


A boy and his dog...and his cell phone, apparently. Who do you think he was calling with Robert's phone?

Going on a walk.