Meet Boston

So last night DJ calls me from work (overnight shift) and informs me that we're going sailing today (Saturday) in Fall River. Being pretty gullible and recalling a conversation we had recently about wanting to learn how to sail, I heartily agreed to be ready by 9am this morning. On the drive down to Fall River, I ask him a barrage of questions:

PJ: Are we sailing on a lake, river, or ocean?
DJ: I dunno.
PJ: Do we get our own boat or do we share with other people?
DJ: I dunno.
PJ: How much is it per person?
DJ: I dunno...

I should have begun suspecting something when we drove into the middle of nowhere in Southeastern Massachusetts, nowhere near a body of water. He finally confessed that no we weren't going sailing, that the sailing/boat club info sheet he printed out was fake, and that we were actually going to see a dog breeder.

And so please say hello to the newest member of our family. Meet Boston, the Boston Terrier who lives in Boston.

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Four weeks old

We can't bring him home for another month, but we are already beginning to act like crazy dog people. I want to buy him health insurance and DJ wants to buy a video camera to document his every move. And don't get me started on the collection of sweaters I'm going to knit for him.