Three

We now have a third dog---a small, snowy white poodle mix of some sort that was found wandering the streets of San Antonio in the blistering heat. A friend who works at the vet's office that took care of him told me about him yesterday and I picked him up last night after practice. He's the most mellow dog ever! Loves kids, cats, other dogs. He cowers when you raise your hand quickly or pick something up, which leads me to believe that his former life may not have been so fun or mellow. It took less than five minutes for him to make friends with everyone in the household and fit right in. We call him Riley and he seems to respond to that...leave it to me to have a French poodle with an Irish name. Vive le erin go braugh, oui? ; )