Well, apparently my house isn't active and hectic enough with three kids, two cats, and a blind, neurotic basset hound (Sandy) that would make Woody Allen green with envy. Today we picked up an eight year old mutt from the shelter who is calm and loving. His name is Lucky (and yes I bought megamillions lottery tickets today

). Sandy went blind about three years ago, and while initially adjusting remarkably, now at eight years of age she is getting very nervous, and some of her other senses are kind of going. She has a lot of separation anxiety whenever we leave the house, so we thought a calm brother might make her feel swell.
Here are pictures of 1) Sandy and my youngest, and 2) Lucky!