So I call Mom the other day to see when she's coming to visit. While she's talking, I hear a loud yelp/whine/moan in the background. I ask what that was and she says, "oh nothing." A little concerned about what's going on at the homestead, I nonetheless continue the conversation.

Finally she can't stand it anymore and spills that she has someone she wants me to meet. Finally I get it out of her that she's gotten a new Weimaraner puppy. This would be in addition to her five-year-old chocolate lab who is now reportedly very jealous. Now my dog (the third mentioned thus far in this entry.) is gonna have to get used to not being the youngest, cutest around anymore.

Can't wait to see "Abby" when she comes up with Mom and Puddin later this month. I'm sure Nielsen will love it. Three dogs in my two-bedroom apartment. Good thing one of them's only ten pounds or so.|