I guess Nora’s destined to be a midget boxer. I kind of like her this size. She’s been getting more lovable in general lately, pretty much inversely correlating with the amount of pee she has been depositing on our living room carpet. And really, how can you resist that massive underbite?

Oh, and while we’re here, see that scrap of a wrestling shoe? That was my first wrestling shoe going all the way back to seventh grade. It does make a fine dog chew toy, lasting longer than just about any other toy we’ve ever given them. It also smells strongly of cheap beer ever since one of Mary’s friends poured beer into it a few days ago. The beer shoe.