This is a picture of the first day I got my first dog, Cormac (and by first I mean the first I owned on my own). Wow, I just used ‘first’ four times in a sentence. Good writing skills, Jady. 

Cormac is quite possibly the world’s most perfect dog. He is sweet and gentle, and protective and playful with his little sister Moro (not pictured because she won’t sit still), and has been taking these 14 hour stints of mommy-away-from-home in stride. I love Cormac the way you love your first-born son. Yeah, YOU. In fact to prove how much I love him, here’s a picture of him being throughly embarrassed to go volunteering at RPSC with me:

   
And, fooled you, I DO have a baby picture of Moro. Her father will probably make me crop this photo to hide his face, but he’s at Burning Man right now so he can’t stop me, can he?

 
Isn’t she a gem? She’s destroyed two pairs of good shoes this week, so let’s all be extra nice to her and celebrate her accomplishment. Honestly, I love the little vixen, but she better shape up in a few years if she’s going to compete with Cormac for Best Dog. 

Now I know how interesting it is when people talk about their pets and/or children, so I’ll let you go, loyal reader. Good night/morning.