First things first (I know why you're here): Sydney plays outside. I've got another movie, but she moves so fast the camera can't keep up and it looks like she's doing the robot.

Dog ownership is exhausting. I am constantly reminded of Dana Carvey's old stand-up routine where he compares having a child to adopting a 90 year old man. Puppy ownership is similar, but it's more like adopting a 90 year old Sicilian man. He doesn't even speak the language, has totally different customs than us, and doesn't understand when we try to explain that chewing holes in the carpet is not acceptable. "Scusilo, signore, prego non urinate sulla moquette."

Austin and I are getting used to her, and she's definitely feeling more at home. We both have the tendency to watch her like a hawk. Austin's worried she's going to pee inside the house again, and I'm worried she's going to fall down the stairs or meet some other untimely doom. The dog just yawns and chews on her toy. I know it will just take time for everyone to get used to each other, but until that happens we're both a little tense. We took her for her first checkup yesterday and everything's A-OK, so that made us both feel better. It's a good thing she's so adorable, or this would be a lot less fun.