the dude is in

E found a pit bull mix roaming our neighborhood. He was adorable and sweet, and his collar said “The Dude”. She babysat the little pup for the evening. He was so dope, we’ve talked about convincing his somewhat neglectful tardo owner to let us take him for good.

We would need to get his nuts chopped though, he spent most of the evening trying to buttrape our male golden retriever, Burton. Burt got pissed for the first half hour, then The Dude just wore him down and had his way with him.

We are, of course, insane for even talking about dog number four. But that seems to be the way we roll. Our whole lives have been filled with a veritable menagerie of acquired pets and rescues, species of all sorts, shapes, and sizes. Why stop now?