Good bye, Freedom

C talked me into getting a dog. I'm not sure how she did it, exactly, but I suspect a combination of Black Magic and sugary treats that clouded my judgement just enough for me to accompany her to the animal shelter to "just look".

24 hours later, this thing was living in my house:



I guess I didn't fully appreciate how different my life would be post-dog. It turns out everything I do now is subject to the eating and crapping cycles of this little fuzzball.

She sure is cute, though.