I feel a new puppy coming on. It’s been a slow build but pretty much inevitable at this point. I feel like Tony in West Side Story – something’s coming, I don’t know, what it is” (except I do…it’s a puppy) “but it is gonna be great”. About every decade I just cannot help making a relatively ill-advised decision and I’m pretty sure this is going to be the one this time. The girls are wary, John is resigned, I am undeterred. We will continue to update you on this developing story. 🐶