They saw her picture up in the Walmart pet section and decided to get her. She's about eighteen months old, is as tall as Rebel (about an inch or so shorter than Reba), and weighs 55-60 pounds by Dad's guess. She is apparently "happy, happy, happy" all the time and will find her own toys if shut in Dad's gun room all night with the light left on. Last night it was a bag of hickory smoking chips, three bags of 500-count shotgun wads, and two bottles of Lipton green tea with citrus. Dad said it took him two and a half hours to clean everything up.
The other roomates are not happy about the situation. Achmed, the brown and white cocker spaniel, feels betrayed, and Affe (pronounced AH-fay -- German for "monkey") was VERY MUCH not happy that the bipeds did not consult with her about a new roomie. Witness the flattened ears and proximity to the ceiling:
Dad said Paris will likely wind up being an outside dog since she spent most of the last year outside at her foster home, so Affe may get a reprieve.
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