Meet our, as yet, unrenamed dog. The adoption agency was calling her Rusty, but we are trying to decide on a new name.

No. I’m not sure what we were thinking, but I really like her. Those of you who know me in real life know I am adamantly not a dog person for the following reasons a) dog smell b) jumping c) licking d) time commitment e) poop scooping f) barking. For all those reasons, I am still not a fan of most dogs. And I know that she is going to be more of a time commitment than a cat and will require poop scooping, she barely smells, doesn’t really lick or bark and also does not jump. So yes. I have lost my mind and gotten a dog.

Getting new pictures of her was kind of hard because she was a little freaked out by me at first. Matt picked her up from the fosters while I was at work and she made friends with him, but was then suspicious of me when I got home. So I have several pictures of her like this, crouching behind Matt’s office chair.

(Yes, those are some giant nips. She just had puppies about seven weeks ago. But they are all adopted too!)

She warmed up pretty quickly and was adored by neighborhood children on her first walk. She doesn’t know any tricks, but seems smart and was very good around the other neighborhood dogs. The cats so far are not loving her, but are not reacting as badly as we had anticipated. Hopefully they will soon get along.

Playing fetch.

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