Well... Unless we change our minds, Danny and I will be meeting a lady from Leesville to pick up a 7-week old Boston puppy on Friday. Apparently, she's about 2 pounds, has a white dot on her (very long) tail, and desperately wants to be named Frances Bacon. Johnette, the woman who's doing the adoptions, said that the people who have the dogs now aren't taking care of them (or their children), and that they really need good homes. Toothpaste did really well with Frankie last night, and he seems to be happier when there are other dogs around. I really hope this works out.