The puppy won't stop crying. I'm serious. I've tried everything short of duck-taping his stupid puppy yap shut. He's lucky he's so cute and pathetic. He still doesn't have a name although we're leaning toward Chance. Every time we put him in his homemade puppy pen so we can, you know, go out and have a life, he escapes. He doesn't go anywhere. Twice now I've come home and he's been snuggled up in Hitchcock's house. I'd like to name him something Finnish like Kulta or Karhu (those are Finnish beers) or Kiitos (thank-you in Finnish) or Niilo (a dog I had in Finland)...but Sam's not buying it. This morning I started calling him Butters. Maybe I'll call him 'Shut the hell up!'
God I'm tired.