so friday night rolls around and i get a phone call from kevin.
"are you ready?" he asks me.
"for what?" (confession, this question made me panic. was i supposed to pick him up somewhere? did we have plans? was my poor kevin sitting outside of some building all by himself waiting for me to remember him???)
"for a dog. he doesn't have rabies or anything."
while a fabulous selling point, it was not THE selling point i was looking for. good thing there was more to than the lack of rabies to make him appealing. he's about a year old and we think he's a labrador pug mix. and so far, he's been wonderful.