Since I've already had a morning from hell involving a crying jag and feelings of inadequacy, I decided I needed something happy to think about. So, I googled adorable puppies. Here is one of my findings. It is a real dog. A real, tiny, adorable, eat-his-face dog. I want to carry him with me in my pocket all day. But, with my luck, I'd end up with a pocket full of squished puppy.