Pickle...?!

So I finally ending getting (read: suckered in to) another foster dog. For those of you who don't know me, this means I will probably be keeping it until the end of time unless something goes horribly awry. My sisters and I are pretty sure we're going to call it Pickle. She's only been with me about 3 days but considering she's pretty neurotic and scared of just about everything, I think she and I are a perfect fit.


She's quite good at being cuddly and is perfect for being on my lap when I'm at my drawing desk or computer. But God forbid the heater come on or someone's garage door opens outside, 'cause then she gets all stiff and alert and ends up looking like this: She was abused so it will take a little time for her to get over this but I think she'll be ok. Even in the few days she's been with me, she's calmed down a lot. And, to be fair, she's not very threatening even when she's upset. She's so small that her growls sound like purring!