Meet my new friend Pinkerton. He’s 12 weeks old, with a bladder capacity of three hours, less when he’s excited. This can get in the way of getting you those Best of 2012 lists. But I always have an excuse, don’t I?

His name is Mr. Pinkerton Floyd, which is a reference to: Continue reading It’s All Pinkerton’s Fault — Of Adorable Monsters and Lazy Women →