Thursday, April 19, 2007



He weighs exactly six pounds and took the trip from Ohio to Brooklyn like a trooper. And by trooper I mean slept the entire way.
We were a little torn on the name Gordon/Gordy on the way home due to the sour lemon face reactions of everyone that we told in the Columbus airport ... but hey, me and the Midwest have never agreed on much. It still seems meant to be.

So far he maxes out at about 20 minutes of activity before he requests private time in order to nap. He loves hair and loves newspaper and basically that equates to contant attempts to consume both. We're of course total fools to the mysterious ways of his pee and poop but we're confident in his ability to be wooed by treats... Oh, treats! How I love your seductive ways...