New Love

Sport

• Well, I've got little to nothing done this week because... I've fallen in love.

• My boyfriend got us a new dog and I am enraptured! To fully understand the situation, you have to know that we just lost our other dog, Malibu, at the beginning of summer and I didn't think I was ready for a new pet.

• He had his eye on this new dog for months - even before Malibu got sick. Scott would visit him and bring him up in conversation with me and I'd always say, "I don't want another Pit Bull. People act so weird around Malibu." It was hard to take her places. She didn't really care to be on a leash and certainly didn't need one, but the way people reacted to her, we often felt compelled to leash her up.

• Needless to say, last week, he gently mentioned the grey Pit Bull puppy his friend had AGAIN. My response was, "Do whatever you want." All other boyfriends in the universe would understand this to mean, "Do what I want," but Scott interpreted it literally.

• Now I'm useless. All I want to do is pet him and be near him -- the puppy not Scott. We named him Super Sport, Sport for short. (He! He! That rhymes) Scott has a thing about naming his animals after Chevy model muscle cars.

• At 34 years old, I'm overcome like a little giddy school girl, with feelings of love. I guess, in this one instance, Scott was right. I was ready.