Hey? Where'd that dog come from?

One of the daily surprises that has come with our boy Myles are the subtle ways in which he begins interacting with the same objects or living beings that have been around him his entire 4 months. Fred has licked his feet a dozen times (all unauthorized) without any response, but now all of a sudden Myles is viewing this 50-pound orange-red furball with four legs with a new curiosity. (He looks at his tail and grins at generally any canine movement). With thankfully, no tears. Our wish is that Fred, who started out as Tom's dog in 2000 and somewhere around 2004 became Netta's dog will eventually become Myles' dog. We hope that's the case. Fred's age (9+) may prevent that, but as old as he is, he's new to our son, and we can't wait to see the bond continue to develop.