In the last six months, my best friend has gotten engaged, bought a house, and "inherited" a dog -- pretty much all of the components of adulthood. I, on the other hand, am looking for another one-bedroom apartment to rent by myself, which probably won't allow pets of any kind. So I guess I'm feeling a bit behind on the life scale... but that's for another post.
Abbey and Adam's new place is so nice. It's a four bedroom, multistory house in Hawthorne, NJ. They moved in last week and I drove over for the weekend to "try" to help them unpack, with limited success. They also picked up their new dog, Frankie, from Abbey's coworker, who gave them the 2-year-old pug with the condition that he still gets to visit from time to time. It was amazing how quickly Frankie, aka Frank the Tank, adjusted to the chaotic house. Sleeping (and snoring) from his new bed, you'd never know he had different owners just 24 hours earlier. He makes all kinds of great pug noises -- best described as a cross between a pig and someone with sleep apnea -- and he's the perfect combo of calm and entertaining. I'm sure I'll get to know him and the house much better this summer. And the lure of the built-in pool and laundry room is bound to make the hour-and-a-half drive much more bearable.