Earlier this year, as we were readying to move, our poor little Filly boy -- our ferret -- became sickly, and shortly after the move in May, he passed away. We still all get emotional whenever talking about him, as he was a joyous part of our family. And he will always be celebrated here in our house.

Yesterday, though, we invited a new member into our family, Bandit, a little Boston terrier given to us by one of my wife's co-workers. Just in the one day he's been here, he's been a real joy. We estimate him to be about 8-months old, and he has been having some bathroom issues, but it's all good. He's taken to us immediately and is incredibly affectionate.

My poor wife was up with him for a good bit of the night last night, though, as he was wimpering and standing by the back door as though he wanted to go out. He did that a few times last night, and I'm supposing it was home sickness. But we're gonna give him lots of love, lots of treats, and basically spoil the heck out of him 'cause, you know, YOLO.