We brought Ziggy home yesterday. This was my first attempt to bring him into the Horribles gang. Actually, this was my second attempt. Julie made fun of my first attempt and I decided to start over. I plan on simplifying him a bit in the coming days. He's a bit complicated to be with the others.

I wanted to post this yesterday, but the rain doodle already went live. We didn't bring Ziggy home until after 6pm. We went to the pet store to buy a fish tank for Julie's office. As Jerry, the petstore guy, was helping us get things together, I saw this skinny little dog in a pen. You know how they say dogs look like their owners? Yeah, he does. I'm not as cute, but I'm as skinny, and needy, and shivery, and ill-mannered. Well, maybe not the last one.

We left the store but kept talking about Ziggy. We finished setting up the fish tank in Julie's office at around 5:30pm. We decided to head back to the pet store for more information about him. As we drove and missed light after light, I was sure we would not make it before it closed at 6pm. As ever, I'm an impulsive buyer. Once I said I wanted him, more information would not be enough. Sure enough, we pull up at 5:54pm, and they're still open, and still willing to put together the puppy pack with Ziggy at its center.

After a night of constant Ziggy whining, I woke up ready to send Ziggy back to the pet store. I figured the amount we paid would be my Stupid Tax (stolen from "Fight Club"). After speaking to a few people today, we learned that whining is normal for a puppy first few days in a new house. While he's no longer dead-dog walking, I'm watching him closely. Very closely.

Julie thought a dog would be good training for monsters. After not sleeping much last night, I'm not sure I ever want monsters. I like sleep too much. We may have to stay with fish.