A new dog has, maybe temporarily, come into our lives. A puppy, actually. A big, jumping, frolicking puppy. He’s a stray that was dumped at our house. He’s not chipped, neutered, or used to people. I’ve got some agencies looking for a foster home for him, but we’re committed to keeping him safe from the streets until then.
At 25 pounds, he’s already bigger than our biggest dog, and the vet guesses he’s only four, maybe five months old.
I think we’re naming him Newman.