Long story short...Mama coonhound winds up in a shelter a few months ago. She's a red-boned coonhound and pregnant. She has a liter of ten, three of which end up with a foster mom in a burb near Chicago. An e-mail ends up in my wife's inbox last week. After much cooing we scheduled a visit with three of the twelve-week old girls today.

We're taking the one in the middle, thinking that her meek and mild personality would go best with our first born. We pick her up on Friday, hoping that a weekend will be a decent transition period into her new schedule.