say hi, butters!

new kitten in the house.

the shelter had dubbed him "captain," but i took a look at the coloring and immediately thought: butterscotch.

butters, for short.

in the morning you go gunning for the man who stole your water

Two months in, it’s crystal clear that we have one clever little seven-month-old dog on our hands.

Daryn reported after I got back from work last night that Sam had earlier in the day been inexplicably and repeatedly scratching at the bathroom door, and then looking back at him.

After a few minutes, D. discovered that Sam’s water dish was not on the floor where it usually is, but was instead sitting on top of the counter next to the sink.

Having decided that it was 5:00 somewhere and therefore time for a drink, Sam had apparently been looking around for his water dish to no avail, and devised a backup plan to draw attention to where he knew water might be procured.

sam-i-am, he is

sam has taken swimmingly to his trip to his forever, two-daddy home today.

he's well on his way, per early indicators, to a lifetime of having affection showered upon him at all times and from all quarters. he's done great with other dogs, and, well, with us. of course he's still figuring us out, so while he shows signs of trepidation here and there (he needed a bit of help making sense of the car at first), there's not a whiff of distress. really just a sweet little guy. three friends are over tonight who were dying to meet him, and he's just totally soaking the attention up like a sun-parched sponge.

outstanding therapy dog candidate. achingly sweet little face. total keeper. that both daryn and i appear, in this pic, to have droopy, wan demeanors is an unfortunate accident, wholly divorced from reality because, seriously, we're beyond delighted with today's addition to the household.  

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