This is the first of what I'm sure will be MANY dog related posts. First - because I run out of interesting things to talk about Second - Because it's me and Arnold I'm sure whatever dog we end up getting will be some sort of delightful nightmare. Awhile ago my friend Justy called to say "Do you want a dog? We think that Molly is uh.. pregnant. It seems that she and Barry, you know... "had some fun"" (On a side note, I think it is funny when Justy is euphemistic because she is generally a direct and explicit talker. She doesn't use pedestrian words like "spy", she says things like "espionage", but I digress). This was before my birthday so I had to sadly say no... but now that Arnold gave me the best gift ever! We're gearing up to adopt one of Molly's brood come this winter! Yay! Isn't she cute? Justy says Molly is very sweet and well-behaved.
The father Barry, is mischievous. I'm sure that our puppy will inherit Barry's disposition because that is just how things seem to swing at Casa Perez.