It's a small world.

I never really thought much about who Linus's dad was. We met his mom, and some of his siblings. We know that his mom died from food poisoning about a year ago. We know that one of his brothers lays exactly like he does when he does the frog or the Superman. But today, Emily says one of her classmates owns Linus's dad. It's not hard to figure out he really is Linus's dad, seeing as how no other Golden Retrievers have been born tailless, ever it seems according to the internet, and he was named Rowan at birth, which isn't something we had told Emily, but this classmate knew this. So like an episode of Find My Family, we have located them, but doubt we will be meeting under the Family Tree for a reunion.

Linus turns 3 in January. This is a magic number, everyone says Goldens get better with age. Apparently you start to notice around 3. I have noticed in the last month that he isn't tormenting me as much. Although he has developed a liking for the bathroom garbage can. I think Sally might agree with me, Linus doesn't seem to bug her as much either.