One year ago tomorrow, somewhere on a quaint farm in Iowa (at least that’s what I was told) a young basset hound was born. I don’t really want to think of what that would have looked like, but at least he’s pretty cute now. Happy first birthday to Fergus Jackson, still very much a puppy, yet much larger and hairier and louder and bigger than before.

Tonight Roomie Lauren (yet no longer roomie anymore, sad) and her mom came by to bestow basset birthday treats from Wigglyville. Ok, they’re actually in town for the Paul McCartney show at Wrigley and also graciously bought me dinner, BUT– they also brought Fergus bacon treats and a squeaky plastic beer bottle. He’s pretty oblivious to both and instead is really fascinated by the empty Muscle Milk container he found on a walk outside.

On a completely unrelated puppy birthday note, many of my peers got married this past month. Yeesh.