Can you believe it? We’ve had this little Willie for less than two hours
and we already have almost one hundred pictures of him.
Our children and grandchildren live in Louisville, KY, and that’s where Willie came from. We hope it’s the beginning of an exodus back in this direction, but we’re not holding our breaths.
As of yesterday we were throwing around names and narrowed it down to Percy and Willie.
We sort of wanted to name him after one of our musical heroes, but Percy is one of Brenda’s grandfather’s names, and it was really attractive, too. Willie, Brenda said, would represent my middle name, William, (as Willie is a gift from me to her) and Willie Nelson. We resolved to let him “tell” us his name when he arrived.
About the time I shot the second picture in this series I began to call him Willie, even though I’d been leaning toward Percy. Brenda and I arrived at the airport separately, as she came from home and I traveled from the clinic. When she came in from the parking garage I handed him to her
and said, “I think he’s a Willie. Is that OK?”
“Yes,” she said, “if that’s what he’s telling you.”
As you can see, he was a little bit messy from the combination of food and water in his crate during eight hours in transit. So, the first order of business when we arrived home was a thorough bath. Unlike Pearl and Peyton, he was good for a bath.
Of course, you will be seeing and hearing a lot from Willie over the next twenty years.
Together, we can watch him grow.
As you might guess, we are head-over-heels in love!
See you tomorrow, Dr. Randolph and Brenda.