Our Adventures at the Dog Shelter

As my last post (I think) says, our old dog Fritz passed away.
Yes, I was sad.
No, I didn't cry.
Yes, I've moved on.

In fact, for the past week (two weeks?) we've been going to the dog shelter and looking at dogs.

OHMYGERD THEY'RE SO CUTE.

I love looking at dogs. Actually, no. I love taking the dogs out into the play area and playing with them. They're so sweet. They're so cute. They're so stinking sad and lonely that it makes me SO HAPPY to play with them.
Especially the spazzy ones.

At first we found a shepherd (2 years old) we were going to adopt, but she didn't like Carmen.
So now we found a new one.

She's 5 years old (a young five, though. They say she's six,  but that's just not possible.) shepherd/(boxer)(lab)(maybe, we don't really know) mix.
SHE'S SO SWEET.
And, if she's still at the shelter on Friday, we're adopting her.
AND NAMING HER ROSE TYLER.
Rosie for short.
Why?
Because it's an epic name. And a geeky name. And a Doctor Who name. Who doesn't like a dog with a geeky name? No one? Psh.

Anyway, yes. That's been our adventures.
I want her.
I also want to volunteer at the shelter (probably next year when I can drive), just to play with the dogs. Because they're so cute. And I love them. :)