Something big happened this weekend, and it wasn't the postponing of the Kaplan book bonfire that was tentatively scheduled for Saturday evening after the GMAT.

Boston has started humping. So far it's been air and DJ's leg, but it's creeping DJ out. Strangely, every other day he frets over the fact that Boston's testicles have not yet dropped and then the minute the puppy exhibits any sort of maleness, he freaks out.

On another note, I was a bad mommy this morning and forgot to lock the pen. I come home at lunch to find an empty crate and the dog nowhere to be found.

Fast-forward fifteen minutes, after I've regained breath and have crawled across every inch of floor space in our apartment looking for little yellow and brown gifts. I did find only one tiny little puddle and some clean laundry that was taken from our bedroom and scattered in random places throughout the apartment. And then I found the little angel who had made his way home to his fashionable travel bag.

This was a full weekend for the little guy, having watched the Head of the Charles Regatta two days in a row. Here are pics with our dear friends.