Good mom?

Now that I'll be working from home, I have been very seriously (and very stupidly, I guess) considering the prospect of adopting a pooch.  Even though pets are contraband in my building, I know for a fact that at least ONE long-haired chihuahua is living there without a green card.  My mom is readying her [rental]nest for a little cockabichon named Olive; my dad owns a little fat dachshund named Boone; all this goggie business just makes me ache for one.  I have been trying to think of small breeds that are dynamic and easy to maintain, but still look idiotic.  I'm leaning toward a Scottish terrier - the one good thing that lived in the White House between 2001 and 2008.

I mean, really.  I dare you to watch ten seconds of these chubby little fluffy sacks of coal and not want to sell your soul.  Eye-melting preciousness particularly sets in around 1:40.  You've been warned.

Stump

Congratulations to the best official pup on the face of the earth, Ch Clussexxx Three D Grinchy Glee, aka Stump. Stump won the title of Best in Show at Westminster partially for displaying outstanding marks in the standard of his breed (the Sussex Spaniel) but mostly for having a name that was obviously scrawled on his papers by a drunkard. He is also the oldest pooch ever to achieve this accomplishment, because he's SEVENTY in doggy years.

My mom called me last night to announce that she is now hell-bent on getting a Sussex Spaniel, even though she understands that there are only about 29 in the entire world and now the price of a puppy is probably marked around the same as her mortgage payment.