On Monday I drove down to exit 67A of the Garden State Parkway* to pick up my mother and this guy.
His name is Denny. He and Lucy** have gotten on like a house a'fire. Every waking moment has been full of playing and leaping. Both dogs are covered in drool.*** It is doggy heaven.
My mom, as some might recall, doesn't live in New Jersey. A Floridian friend of hers drives up every year to visit with her daughter in the Bruce Springsteen state and mom hitched a ride. She'll be here for two weeks, then we'll do the whole thing in reverse.
It's nice to have both her and Denny here -- but the house is a little bit more chaotic than usual and covered in twice as much dog hair. It's only a matter of time before OSHA shuts us down.
* As I mentioned on Facebook, the Garden State Parkway sucks donkey balls. I'm not sure how long it will take to get my shoulders to unknot from driving 80 miles per hour in bumper to bumper traffic while still being passed like I'm stationary.
** She's feeling a little bit better, by the way. Still limping and prone to just passing out from exhaustion but better. Thanks for the well wishes.
*** Denny also has amorous intentions toward Our Lucy, even though he lacks the necessary puppy making equipment. She's tolerating it but smacks him down when she has had enough.