After years of unsuccessfully trying to convince Aimee that we need to get a dog—our Lab was stolen several years ago—it appears that fate has thrown us two. Tanner and Cooper, a Yorkshire Terrier and a Cockapoo. The dogs had been roaming the neighborhood for several weeks now and it wasn’t until last night that Aimee seemed to warm up enough to them to give them a bath and bring them indoors. The constant whining of the kids to keep them also helped. They seem to be a good fit: older dogs, calm and relaxed with a penchant for falling asleep in your lap. Though I’m not a fan of these two breeds, they really seem to be meshing well within the home environment and I’m finding myself warming up to them—the Yorkie in particular. I recommended at first to only keep the Yorkie as he is clearly the most calm and obedient of the two, but it is also quite clear that these two have been together for some time now—possibly since puppies. So they both stay. We’re going to put up a “Found Dogs” sign at the corner grocery this afternoon and with any luck at all, we won’t get a response. They aren’t the dogs I would have chosen, but maybe they’re just what we’ve been missing.