They’re getting along much, much better these days. Unfortunately, Isabel still isn’t housebroken. In fact, I think she may have regressed. The whole apartment smells like pee.

Good thing puppies are so damned cute.

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I’ll be out of town most of the weekend. So here’s your Sunday evening fluffy puppy picture a bit early.

So yeah. I got another puppy. Her name is Isabel (if you’re wondering, yes, she’s named after that Isabel. Yes, I’m a dork.) She’s part English Bulldog, part terrier. Some sort of rat terrier mix. Which means her conception would have been very funny to see.

She’s ridiculously photogenic, as you might observe. We had to fight a case of tapeworms, kennel cough, and one other parasite, the name of which I can’t remember. But all seems to be well now. She’s eating everything. Chewing everything that’s left. And dividing her spare time between pooping and sleeping.

Harper is slowly adjusting. Very slowly.

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I’m off to Indiana tomorrow, then to Chicago for New Year’s.

No blogging tomorrow, but I have a long list of year-end items for you, including my favorite albums of the year, pics from my trip last weekend to, of all places, West Virginia, and of course the 2004 edition of the the prestigious Agity Awards. I’m also working on an online photo gallery to host all of the pictures I’ve posted on this site.

And yes, I realize that the photo above makes me perilously close to going from a dog person, to a “dog person.”

Two pics for you…

This is me with the pup this past weekend. It was about 70 degrees and dry, with ice-blue skies. Perfect. Of course, I spent most of Sunday in a bar watching football.

This was taken with a regular camera. As you can tell, the picture didn’t scan so well. Damn Rite Aid scanner. But squint and you can see — it’s my dog exercising her libertarian credentials by urinating on the Capitol lawn.

Gorgeous springish day in the D.C. area. That of course called for a trip to the dog park, and the pics below. For context on my dog park and its cast of characters, check here, here, and here (last one has more photos). Enjoy:

Gateway to all that is dog. Cats and mailmen tread beyond at their peril.

The doggie handshake.

My pup, Harper.

Big lab. Slobbery.

Fun with the running and the chasing.

This is Noodles. He’d like you to leave him alone for a moment.

Someone obviously didn’t get the message.

Bad camera work. A frameful of dogs. Almost all dog ass.

After this picture, the ball was thrown. It was chased down, triumphantly retrieved, and returned. The process was then repeated.

Today the dog park Nazis (again, see entries above) actually scolded me for not cleaning up after a dog that wasn’t mine!

Harper’s sleeping now.