Yes, that's right. A dog.
And not just any dog, but a white Australian Shepherd named (I kid you not) "Sugar."
The aforementioned dog is, at this very moment, conducting delicate negotiations with Chewie on who will be the pack leader. Since Sugar's boxing coach was a 90-pound wolf hybrid, I have the feeling that there are not very auspicious odds on Chewie's eventual victory.
So. I'm back from the wedding. It was interesting, as all such family gatherings are. In the next indeterminate time period, you can look forward to entries with quotes such as:
"Greasy Spanish nuts are the best kind."
"Make sure you get video of your wedding night: we have to pay for the wedding somehow."
and, of course,
"Knock knock! Who's there? White male privilege!"
Now, I think I'm going to collapse.