Darlings, forgive the extended absence but there has been a new addition to my family.
Nine years old, 18 pounds, a couple feet long, fond of wearing costumes, he has done what no man has yet inspired me to do (yet): commit.
So far, so good. My main criteria in a dog is that he sleep a lot, and on the same schedule as me, and Snuffy the Pug cooperates on that score.
He is also charming, friendly, and wins admirers everywhere he goes, despite a little propensity to pee on things. (We are working on that).
If you would like to meet him, he has some openings in his schedule coming up in between naps, obedience classes, running in circles around the house, and pooping on Seattle's busiest streetcorners. (He might even wear the devil horns for you).
In other news, I have put my darling condo up for rent and am now looking for a house to live in with the FriendThatIsaBoy.
Because, apparently, I am now completely settling down and sealing Breakup Babe in a vaccum-packed casing until it's time for the long-awaited sequel: BreakupBabe: The Nursing Home Years. (Or until another relationship goes up in flames. Whichever comes first.)