If you haven't already heard, we adopted the last dog we were fostering. Her name is Daisy (she is just learning it), and she is a 6-year old, 44 pound Walker hound mix that was picked up in Southwest Virginia in January. Before we got her, she had 4 teeth pulled, a mastectomy, and was spayed -- even has a tattoo to indicate it! She's
VERY quiet for a hound and mostly likes to sleep all day in a corner.
Here's a picture of her riding home from the vet today; the little bugger got into the front seat. And another picture of her as my office mate (smushed in between the filing cabinet and garbage can).
Maxine tolerates her, just like she did Sammy. As with Sammy, they really don't bother with each other.