Well, my first night with Bo was a bit of an adventure. When he wasn't whining about wanting to be with the girls or his "master," he was having the shakes.
So I spiked his bowl with a bit of vodka and we got to know each other. He has an unhealthy fascination with health care reform, keeps humping my screen stand and complains about Justice Clarence Thomas, so I guess he's a Kennedy sire for sure. He's asked to make a blog post, which I will let him undertake after he sobers up.