We went to a “pet rescue fair” this past Saturday. Picked out a little 1-year-old pug, short and stout, xlnt ‘tude. Signed up for the waiting list (these people are picky). You’ve seen pugs; this what their skull looks like:

I grew up across the street from a pug kennel. It’s true. They had a herd of them. After school, I could go over, and be lap-deep in snorting pug love. Ever since then, I’ve wanted one. Always had cats, tho.

Today happens to be my wife’s birthday. I hadn’t really gotten her anything special; she assured me that the pug would be her present, if we got it (she was the one pushing for a new dog; it’s “hers”). I got a nano for my birthday.

Well, the call came today. On my line, so I got to present the good news, receive the screams, the hugs, etc. Take credit for it, basically. Tonight, we had the house checked, and “okayed.” Whew.

We get him this Saturday. They called him “Butchie.” We are thinking of calling him “Bono.”