Fresh on the heels of revoking sanctuary to “the lost dogs”, my mother-in-law calls about a ‘Dorkie’—a Yorkshire Terrier/Dachsund—pup that is looking for a home… Did we want it? Yeah, we took the dog, and she’s a cute little thing; five weeks old and fits in the palm of your hands. Now, let’s hope the kids don’t crush her or confuse her for a stuffed toy and suffocate her in their sleep. Speaking of… I think she’ll sleep in our room until she grows a bit bigger. The last thing we need are the kids rolling over to a cold, stiff puppy one morning. The ‘lost dogs’ are still ghetto livin’ in the garage, which seems to suit them fine. That’s a good thing… because it suits me fine, too.