Welcome To The Family, Shasta Clarion McJuddmetz!

Yesterday, we wound up with this in our living room:

And forty-five minutes later, we owned her.  This is our dog, Shasta Clarion McJuddmetz:

She’s about a year old, and no, we don’t know what breed she is. Guesses range from pinscher to chihuahua to spitz (for the tail). When asked, current plan is to tell people she’s an Idris Elba – black and compelling.
Truth is, we’d been planning on getting a dog for the past eight months or so, ever since my Mom’s dog Koshi came to live with us during my triple-bypass recovery.  But we didn’t want to buy from a puppy mill, and purebreeds were expensive, and we waffled a dog would really fit into our always-busy lifestyle.
Then one of Gini’s clients, who was moving and had rescued the dog himself from a pair of fuckwit owners who were going to put her to sleep, couldn’t afford to keep this dog either.  And so Gini took her for a walk, and by the time she was done we had a dog.  Of course, I hadn’t met the dog yet, or agreed to dog ownership, but that was easily solved by dumping the dog in our room (“We’re dogsitting for a couple of days, she’s available, see if you like her”) and naturally forty-five minutes we totally owned her.
She’s extremely bright, though; she’s already learned not to get up on the furniture, is about a third of the way to “heel,” and is beginning to respond to her new name.  (Gini has always wanted a dog called “Shasta,” and she arrived on my fifth Clarionniversary, and so though it feels a little weird to rename an existing dog, she cannot tell us what name she thinks of herself as.)  I took her for a walk yesterday and she already knows where we live.
So yeah.  Y’all are in for puppy photos.  I hope you like dogs, bro, because dogs?  Be comin’.