Well, I didn't get a chance to play with the 85 today -- the second Rescue out of Animal Control was ready to go so I had to pick him up and drive him to Miami and then drive back to Orlando. That pretty well shot the day.

Frankie, the Rottie boy, is just a doll. He's about 7 months old and hasn't seen a lot of this world. But he likes people and doesn't freak out about new things: like getting into a crate in the car, rest stops on the Turnpike, figuring out how to pee when there is a lot of noise from trucks, learning how to share a chicken sandwich with Uncle Jim without being grabby or impatient.

I love this boy and am so glad he's going to have a chance to live a "normal" life in a great home. Today, I actually felt like I accomplished something good.

Jim