I finally caved and got a dog. Not that I've had anything against dogs, but my wife and I were pretty much run out of an apartment due to a long string of yapping, noisy, destructive neighbor mutts that made life miserable for the entire complex. Since then, I've been enjoying the quiet life but Megan has been chipping away at me to get a mutt of our own.
We went down to the Humane Society, saw a few rambunctious yappers and then met Abby. Well, how could you look at that face and not cave? I mean this in the toughest, horror writer, blood an guts way, but just LOOK at that little face!
Ok. I promise this won't become a babbling dog blog. Of course, you may have to see an occasional picture or two now and then, but just....nope. I'll keep it under control.
