Oh boy. Well, I've got to summarize the last two days: on Sunday, Bryan and I drove to Joplin to pick up our adorable new boy. He fit in right away, and we fell in love with him instantly.

On Monday morning, I got a call from Bryan at 7:30 saying that Tino had jumped off the bed and his leg looked broken. We rushed him to the vet, and sure enough, he literally snapped his little leg in two.

Twelve hours, one surgery and all our savings later, Tino was back home in a huge green cast. No walking, playing, running, anything for 4 weeks.

So, today he's at work with mommy in one of those baby peanut things. Sound asleep.