Now Billy has one. Billy got Trey last week as a surprise gift from his mom. Generally I don't condone giving someone a dog as a surprise because it's a lot of work and requires a lot of time and energy but in this case Billy's mom knew he wanted a dog and even consulted Al about it beforehand.
Billy named his little buddy Trey because he has 3 white paws. He originally wanted to name him Windy City Flyer but that got vetoed. Other names like Devin (too deriviative) and Hester (too girly) got nixed as well. Good thing, just in case Devin Hester ends up in some trouble with the law, you don't want the dog to have to live with that kind of shame.
Also Billy thinks the only way Michael will like the dog is if he can say to it "give me the mother fuckin gun, Trey."
At full size Trey probably will be about 30 pounds or one-third the size of Diesel, but we hope to get them to play together sometime.
In the meantime I am trying to impart to Bill all that I learned from my mentor Dog Whisperer. Calm, assertive energy and exercise, discipline then affection.
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