Well, here he is. Seven weeks and ten pounds of Golden Retriever greatness. Ethan has named him Jake, which we all agree is a nice solid dawg name. Is anything going on in the world? Because all I've done for three days is watch him eat and drink and poop and pee.
As puppies go, though, his upside is spectacular. He is getting used to his cozy kennel at bedtime, choosing to howl like a tortured inmate for only a few minutes before he realizes it is to no avail. He is slowly learning to chew on his bones and toys rather than the furniture and family members, and most of the above-mentioned body functions have been outside.
Meanwhile, the week rolls on. I just filed my Dallas Morning News column for tomorrow, which will be about the Obama ad obnoxiously asking whether Romney would have had the stones to take bin Laden out a year ago had he been President. Really? The fact that perpetual war critic Obama green-lighted this is evidence that any President with a pulse would have. So look for that, and I'll post it here tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Robert Philpot at dfw.com contacted me for an update, and posted this today.
NIce Rangers win for Yu Darvish. 4-0, wow. I said the over-under for a successful season for him is 13 or 14. He may have that by the All-Star break. Meanwhile, the Mavs are snakebit. I know they are down 0-2 on the road now head home, but OKC just seems to have the talent AND the luck to take this series. I hope I'm wrong.
I'll have other things to be right or wrong about later today-- wanted to leave a little something and let everybody see the pooch, who is currently asleep under my chair as I write this, meaning he is mere minutes away from passing something through his little system, so I'd better get to that.
Life between talk shows is full of such blessings. Lisa and Ethan and Regina are all well, and May holds the promise of many intriguing developments. Thanks for hanging out with me.