Introducing...

Jake Cash!

Oh my goodness, y'all outdid yourselves when it came to name suggestions. We really did try all of them out on the little guy once we picked him up on Friday. But nothing fit. It was so sad. We were driving home and I really thought we might not have anything to call him for a while. And then Jason said, "How about Jake?" And y'all, he is such a Jake. So he's named Jake after a combo of Jake Spoon (from Lonesome Dove, of course) and Jake Perry (from Sweet Home Alabama, who gives the best reason ever for wanting to marry a woman.)

As we hung out with Jake over the weekend, I pondered what his second name should be. Because as a southern girl, my dog has to have a second name. I love me some double names. What else am I going to yell when he gets in trouble? He is soooooo relaxed and his coat is so black that he reminds me of Johnny Cash. So there it is: Jake Cash.

Jake is slooooooowly getting used to the crate. He actually slept through last night, which was an improvement over Friday when he woke us up at 2. And 3:30. And 4:30. And 5. And so on and so forth. You have never had dog crying like this dog. So pathetic. He's getting better about going into the crate willingly. But my lands, if he doesn't want to be in there, he pitches the biggest hissy fit you have ever seen. It's ok though, we're standing firm. He will be a crate trained dog before this is all over with.

More pictures below, keep reading. I just thought I'd split them up. I'll try to get some video and audio up soon so you can experience the hissy fits for yourself as well as watch his adorable romping. Yes, he romps.