You know how some people fall down and come home with yarn? I fell down in a truck stop parking lot in Iowa and came home with a dog. Ok, so I was meeting the foster Dad there. But it sounded vaguely mysterious to say it the other way though.
Her current name is Violet. Think she has some Bassett in her?
Yep, she barely comes up to my 20qt dyepot. She can walk under Simba.
How difficult/traumatizing is it to change a dog's name? Anybody know? More later, I have to be to work at 8:00. (Which gives me a minute to log into my work computer. I love working from home!)