Adopted Ain't His Name-O

Because it was hot and sunny, I didn't want to keep the dogs outside in the heat too long, but that meant I got to walk every adoptable dog in the haunt. Heather and Buddy and CiCi (still) and Lulu and Fred and Bingo. Also more time to spend with the kitties. Apex and Minerva are my current favorites. Friendly to the point of ridiculous.
Buddy, a Basset Hound, surprised the hell out of me. Ears like too-long curtains, I had to bend over because he never got his nose off the ground, but although most dogs of that breed have the energy level of your average ottoman, Buddy was pulling me all over town. He was a cruise missile with ears.
And he got adopted the next day.