So. Dang. Cute.
So dang cute that:
I spent most of my free time this weekend either on the floor or letting him chase me around the house.
I was compelled, for the first time in my life and in spite of everything I ever thought I believed, to allow an animal other than my husband to lick me on the mouth.
I didn't even mind when he peed a little on the carpet...
...or the fact that he woke us up every two hours his first night at home...
...or the nonstop howlfest that took place between 11:30 and 3:30 this morning.
For a more accurate reading, please ask me a few more sleepless nights from now how cute he is.