baseball love
I have come to terms with the abrupt end of the Red Sox season, and I love baseball again. Now, if only the Astros could win a game or two so things could keep going this year for a little while longer; but in any case, I'm all ready for next season! (As an aside, why on earth do these games start so late?! It's already way past my bedtime, and they're only in the 5th. The World Series could end tonight, and I wouldn't even know about it until I read it in the papers! Only we don't even get the papers here, so I don't know what I'd do.)
On the puppy front, we've started giving him ice to gnaw on. It stops his gums from hurting so much--poor little guy--and it keeps him from resorting to his other favorite teething tool: rocks. I have mixed feelings about these minerological tastes of his: one the one hand, rocks won't fill his little digestive tract with splinters like sticks and bark mulch probably do, but on the other, if he does swallow em it probably wouldn't be good. Plus, it's eating rocks. I'm taking him for his first vet visit tomorrow; I think I'll ask if it means our dog is crazy.