T Minus One Night And Counting

It's Friday night, the night before we go to pick up Oscar out in Pennsylvania. I think Karen and I are both a little tense and excited about the whole thing. Kind of like little kids on the night before Christmas, really. We've got the house pretty well set up and puppy proofed in anticipation of Oscar's arrival, and now, per Tom Petty, the waiting's the hardest part.

Anyways, Karen is responding to the pressure by folding and refolding all of the clothes in her dresser. Oh, and watching the Lake House on TV. Keanu has a strangely calming effect on her. I, on the other hand, just watched the Red Sox come back to beat the Yankees in the bottom of the 8th, overcoming 2 Alex Rodriguez homeruns, so I'm pretty well jazzed up. I think I'm going to make a mix disc in honor of Oscar's impending arrival, and I'll post the contents in a bit. Or not. This is the sort of project where I usually lose interest about halfway through.

If you haven't guessed by all the pointless blather (pointless blather? on a blog? shocking!), this is mostly a test post to see how this whole blogspot thing works. Seeing as this blog is nominally about our new French bulldog puppy Oscar, I thought I'd get 'er started off with some good pics of Oscar and his brothers and sister. Oscar is one of the cream-colored puppies, although we won't know which one until tomorrow. The black (aka brindle) one is his sister. Word is that she's the tough one of the bunch.


So melancholy, the introspective little puppy.


I like the little black puppy in the back. She's like that one guy in every picture ever taken in a bar, where no one is focusing on the camera except for one random dude in the back who's looking right at it. She's just a backwards baseball cap and a tallboy of Miller Lite from being that guy.





Lined up perfectly. Right after this picture was taken they started walking forward shoulder to shoulder in slow motion. It was the most adorable pimp walk ever.


PUPPY STAMPEDE!!


PUPPY STAMPEDE 2!!! Just off camera to the right is that little Chuckwagon, blazing trails all over the kitchen.

Cary