I could have been a Seseme Street character

Hey Pupsters -

So there is a story that most of you probably don't know. My name originally was supposed to be GROVER! There were many reasons for it - namely it was close to my uncle GRIGSBY who passed away last year. Additionally, dad had a fraternity brother who had a black Labrador whose name was Grover. Pretty cool eh?

Well, mom wasn't too thrilled about this. She tried Jackson (the name of the town next to us at the ski house) amongst others. However, dad was convinced of Grover.

Then, Easter came around. While at the family country club, Mom was telling dad's grandmother Mimi about the name of Grover. Well, according to the story, Mimi made a sour face equivalent to drinking a glass of sweetarts! Not a good sign for dad, I must say.......

So that was it! No Grover in Charlestown!

Funny thing happened today when dad was reading the local paper today at the ski house. THERE WAS A SPRINGER SPANIEL NAMED GROVER up for adoption! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHAT IS UP WITH THIS? IS IT FOR REAL?

Funny how life imitates art...or pups!

Below is mom with Mt Washington in the background. FINALLY, some snow!!!!!!!!

PTTPs!

Logan