The Biscuit and I got a puppy. I have wanted one for a long time, but the demmands of college, med school, and residency made it almost impossible--particularly for a single guy. It just wouldn't have been fair to get a dog and then subject it to living in a cramped apartment and being ignored for 140 hours a week. But with a new job, new time, a new fiancee and two pairs of dog sitting parents nearby...the timing seemed auspicious. She's a 7 week old Lab-German Shepard mix. Pitch black. Very loving. And BIG. This is a monstrous 7 weeker. The Biscuit picked her up from work yesterday at 7 (one of the nurses had had puppies (you know what I mean) and was giving them away). In short order our plan of actions--granted a loosely formed plan of action--was in shambles. The dog napped during the early evening and when I got home at 1:20 in the morning the dog was on the couch! next to an exhausted, grumpy and very much awake Biscuit. The crate training had not gone well--we live cheek by jowel with our fellow apartment complex denizens and can't just put the little girl in the crate and let her cry/whine herself to sleep. So I spent a large portion of the night shuttling from my room to the dog's little enclosure to lay by the crate and keep her company. Poor little girl. It's going to be quite an experience! I'll post pictures of her when I can. We've named her Shelby, after the Mustang. U-561