We are back and all is well.  Pup is complaining, so
his lungs are in good shape.  He wants dinner, out,
Rafe, toys, and everything else he can see, right now.

Wish you could have seen the meeting between Rafe and
the puppy.  John carried the puppy in, Rafe sat down,
stretched his neck up, and they kissed each other.

It is raining here, so the baby will begin his
housebreaking on newspapers instead of going out and
getting wet.  He will have plenty of time to do that
later on.

Time to give the poor kid some food and let him start
getting adjusted.  He has had a lot of changes in a
short time—and so far nothing fazes him.

Cheers!