Baby, the cocker spaniel who thinks she's a cat and looks like a sheep, the one I am highly allergic to, unfortunately,
and Jeb, the elder statesman, who came from Jaime's house to live with us this Fall,
...and Otis, the shelter puppy who won our heart. Here he guards his hickory nut; it's his chew toy in the house. Don't ask me why; it's an Otis thing. Don't get between Otis and that nut!
The dogs love it. My allergies hate it. Larry was resigned to doing a good vacuuming job after the dogs go back outside. But who could leave them outside on such a night?