The grown dog I went in search of seemed to have been adopted, and the other grown dogs had coats that would shed (I've got enough of that already) so I ended up with a very persuasive 4 month old pitbull pup. She was a green dot dog - that meant she was so good with other dogs that she got to go outside with a playgroup in the kennel yards. They have red dot dogs - people aggressive - that I've always thought they should simply put down. Not everyone is Cesar Millan, even if they think they are, and those dogs can mean trouble. The orange dot dogs means they don't do well with other dogs. The green dot is a sign to look for.

As soon as we got home she got a bath, then the others did. She met the neighbors, and I think my daughter has named her because her brother says he agrees that the name she suggested, "Biscuit," is pretty good. I told them I was aiming at a food name (after Cinnamon, Poppy [seed], and Pepper. I didn't name Zeke.)

I set up the kennel I'd bought to use for Poppy (but Poppy died before I tried it) - this pup backs up a couple of steps and jumps right out, so it'll be nights in the bathroom and my absences in the bathroom until I get her set with the Invisible Fence collar.

She's pretty needy right now, wanting to jump in my lap. Everyone will relax after a couple of days and the novelty wears off. She learned the dog door very quickly and I have a leash dragging behind her. I need to trim her sharp little nails, we'll see how that goes.