What's astounding is how darn giddy I am about having both Patrick and Rainie. I haven't felt this way about a dog (and this time, it's about the 2 of them together) since after we brought Alice home. Buddy the foster dog came back because he was miserable without a puppy to play with at Linea's house. He sulked on the porch, not moving for an entire day, let alone smiling. Last night, his tail was taller than I'd ever seen it and he couldn't stop playing with Patrick and Roo. We came home from hockey practice to find Rainie's collar on the couch and poor Buddy, with his lovely Old Navy bandanna wrenched under his armpit. They were tired but happy. Hell, we all are.

Summary of our trip to Pasadena
Number of bassets named Elvis we drove to rescue on the way: 1
Amount of that portion of the trip Elvis took up the entire back seat, leaving my poor ROo on the floor: 80%
Number of bassets we picked up in LA: 1
Number of times I heard an O-Town song playing over a store loudspeaker: 2
Number of times someone was signing along with the O-Town song: 2
Number of times that person was me: 1
Amount of extra time it took Patrick to wade through a baby pool during the synchronized swimming contest: lots
Where we went on our big night out on the town: Smart & Final and the 99 cent store
Number of bassets in our party: 5
Amount of king sized bed left after 2 baby bassets get on: 30%