Saddest story ever. My sister bought a dog. A tiny little british bulldog puppy. It was to be shipped up from Alabama to Boston yesterday. On the way to the airport, she gets a call from the breeder who was crying. Apparently, in a freak accident, the breeder's young son fell on top of the puppy who the night before and crushed it. All 3 pounds of it. It didn't make it. The boy felt so terrible that he wanted my sister to have his puppy instead from the same litter. We all cried for the lost puppy for a while and later on last night we picked up little Salvatore from Logan. Cutest thing you'll ever see. I need to get a pic up here... 