The girls have been asking for a dog for five years or so now. About four years ago we had a stray dog adopt us, but when we moved we left her with David's mom. She is a stray at heart, and wouldn't have done well with a small yard (that, and there's no way she will ever get into a car if she is conscious).

The girls have gone dog-crazy since we moved here. They ask for a dog about once a week and we finally came around. We talked to a few neighbors and read some of Grace's dog books. We initially thought we might get a Pug, but they shed a lot. We thought about a Westie, but they are kind of aggressive. We looked into a Border Terrier or a Jack Russell Terrier, but they like to dig. We know three different families that have Boston Terriers and they all had really good things to say. It's small, doesn't shed or bark a lot, and is good with kids. Really, every dog that we looked into had pros and cons, but at some point you just have to go with one.

We looked in the paper and David picked out a little male Boston Terrier. Christmas morning he woke up before the girls and got the little guy. I was surprised at how calm he seemed when David brought him in. He's only seven weeks old and is a tiny fella (he weighs under two pounds). David brought him into the girls' room and woke them up. It was so sweet to see their tired faces go from confusion to delight. The puppy got all excited and started jumping around the bed with them.

He slept a lot yesterday, peed a few times on the carpet and a few times on the newspaper. Both times he pooped, he did it on the newspaper. Amazing.

He seemed to alternate between being sad & scared and excited & playful and just plain sleepy. Before we went to bed last night he really played hard and we just had so much fun watching him.

When we went to sleep I kept expecting him to whine, but I didn't hear a peep out of him all night.

The girls are playing with him right now. I can hear them giggling. It was a great Christmas.