We've adopted a new dog. Actually, she adopted us. She followed my brother home one day (honestly) almost two weeks ago, and hasn't left yet. She's a cute dog, and well behaved. We don't know where she came from; Abraham's gone around to all the neighbors within about a mile to ask if she's theirs, and we put up a "found dog" ad on the radio station's free lost/found/give-away ads. No word yet, so we're keeping her. We're calling her Yogurt. That brings us back up to two dogs, and we're definately a two dog  family (if you didn't know, our Rusty died about two years ago from a stroke/old age).

UPDATE (7/26/07): We're calling her Topaz now. Mom felt funny calling "Yooooo-gurt" every time she took the dogs for a run, so last night we pulled out the mineral and wildflower field guides out and sat around the dinner table trying out new names. I was all for Woolly Ragwort (if you don't think that's funny, you need to watch Sarah, Plain and Tall again), but Mom thought that was even worse. We almost went with Poppy, but we decided it sounds too much like Polly, who is my grandparent's dog.

What, don't you name your pet from the field guides? Duh, how else are you going to come up with a great name that isn't the same as 50 other dogs in the neighborhood?