They Named the Dog Indiana

I want to post some pictures of Indy because I just can't believe how cute he is and how much I love him.

(This is Indy and Angie)

I've always been afraid of dogs, but I wanted to fill a void a few years back when my brother and sister-in-law were having a baby and my sister was getting married.  I figured a dog would be time consuming enough and if I got him as a puppy and trained him myself, then I shouldn't be afraid of him.  How hard could it be?

I'm a BIG Indiana Jones fan.  Like, I wanted to be an archaeologist when I was little, I watched the Young Indiana Jones series, I have an Indiana Jones fedora antenna ball, I even liked Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.  (Even though I've been teaching for almost 10 years now, I still might be an archaeologist when I grow up.)  In Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, we find out that "they named the dog Indiana".  I knew that my dog was going to be named Indy, no matter what.

I did a lot of research and decided that I needed a dog that had my personality and behaviors.  Turns out, that a big bulldog mix was just what I needed.

He sheds, drools, snores, farts, burps, hogs the bed and the couch.  It's amazing to me now how much I've changed because of Indy.  I still don't like dogs very much, but I love mine :)  Dog hair doesn't bother me anymore (maybe I'm a little too comfortable with it).  Dog slobber doesn't bother me anymore (not that I love it, but it doesn't gross me out).  

(Indy and Mom)

Indy thinks he's a lap dog.  He makes me (and everyone else) snuggle with him.  He'll force his way in until he gets an arm around him or his belly rubbed.  I've never been one to snuggle, but now I look forward to it.

Indy loves to fetch.  Like, obsessed with playing fetch.  If you start, you will never be able to stop.  He'll drop the Frisbee or ball or anything else that he can get you to throw at your feet.  If you don't throw right away, he'll whine until you do or he'll put it in your lap.  If you still don't throw, he'll start to whine again and then put his head on your lap.  If you still don't throw, he'll whine again.  Finally, you think that he's given up because he takes his object and leaves.  But wait, what was that you accidentally kicked when you got up?  Oh wait.  Indy had put his toy next to your foot and you have now started the never ending game of fetch.

He's an awesome dog that loves everyone.  He lets me do anything to him.  He's so good with kids.  He follows me everywhere and likes me best.  

Have you ever seen Raising Arizona?  There's this part just after they kidnap a baby when the wife is so happy that she's crying and kinda balls out "I love him so much!" That's kinda how I feel :)