A little precious puppy told My Hero and I this past weekend that we needed to start saving our money for his Christmas gift. Hmmmm? Really? Leave it to me to raise a dog with expensive taste. He found a bed in the pet store which pays homage to my employer. I was clearly gaga over it too until I saw the price tag. Fortunately, the bed was occupied by a cat at the time, so we couldn't really test it out. I think Rockstar would have passed out right away if he'd laid down. He has been quite pooped since moving to the city, but he's adjusting very well.