His Tag is On the Way.

So...we decided to keep him. That wirey little face, flopped over ear, and non-stop desire to lick every square inch of our faces won us over....

As it turns out, our poor little addition has a pretty bad intestinal condition, which means non-stop diarrhea (which makes the potty training a problem.) So we booked his vet visit and precisely dumped our entire wallet of money and credit cards into the secretary's open hands...

Three prescriptions later, our little 9 month old (thought he was younger), 18lb dog (thought he was heavier) is on his way to happiness.

So his official tag is on the way. It's a circle, outlined in gold, with a little shamrock in the middle.

Fitting for our lucky little Darby O'Gill.