Our house is fairly quiet - Russ usually works weekends and often isn't home until at least ten o'clock at night. That means that I'm by myself pretty often - which is great, since it leave me with time to study or volunteer or basically have a life of my own - but, too many house by myself, and it starts to feel pretty lonely.

I started to find myself thinking of how wonderful it would be to hear the pitter-patter of little feet. Since we're in now way ready to start thinking about human babies, we did the next best thing - we adopted a dog!

After hours of pouring over PetFinder, we finally agreed on a dog that Russ thought he could handle (he's been uneasy around dogs since he was a kid), and one that would fit our condo's tight weight restrictions. Then, we found him: a ten pound stray fostered by a rescue group in Texas. So, after all the paperwork and reference checks, Russ took a Friday night off work (seriously!) and we headed to YVR to pick up our little rat-terrier cross. He made the flight in a kennel designed for a dog the size of Hercules from The Sandlot, so when we picked him up he looked like he was the size of a teacup - we were so excited we forgot to take pictures!

He's been with us for a week now, and we couldn't be happier! He's a bundle of energy, and it's so great to have an excuse to head out for walks and to the park, and he's a super cuddler. He loves playing fetch and cuddling with his pet giraffe (when he isn't trying to decapitate it)! The foster group that had him had named him Mickey, which just didn't seem to fit. So for a little dog with a big personality, we've decided to rename him Boskorelli, after the character on Third Watch.

Seriously, he's the best. Get ready to be inundated with puppy photos!!