It's D-Day
That's Dog-Day. After 44+ years of leading a dog-free existence, my daughter has talked us into getting a family dog. We go pick up the dog, a little white Maltese, in a few hours. Humorous-to-everyone-but-me stories are sure to follow...
Update: Well, that went well. On the 60 minute drive from the breeder, the dog barfed twice, including one really nice projectile effort, pooped, peed, and had diarrhea.
Update #2: Here is a picture, proving that being cute can be a survival trait.
