The New Dog

Hooray! I'm so insanely happy to report that Paul and I adopted a dog yesterday afternoon from the Front Range German Shepherd Rescue. He's a one-year-old, 70-pound German Shepherd male. He's low-key, attentive, and affectionate, but inexperienced in the ways of the world. Right now, he's a bit agitated by his unexpected change in residence. Over the next few weeks, he needs regular exercise to build muscle, training in walking gently on a leash, and instruction on playing nice with the cats and horses.

We haven't decided on a name definitively, but we're thinking "Conrad."

As any cat owner might imagine, our cats are not so pleased by the introduction of this interloper to their domain. They're in hiding.