I promise I shall publish a picture of the dog Alan rescued last weekend. She's a two-month old (yes, I wrote "month", and no, it wasn't a mistake) daschi-uaua, he named Daschi (pronounced Dah-ksee).
Daschi-uaua is a chiuaua/daschund mixed. She's the cutest thing, but I told him if he got a dog he was responsible for taking it out, cleaning up after it, etc.
Well, that lasted for about 24 hours. Then I had to take over. Alan got the flu, sort of, but he cleared up a lot faster than I did. His "condition" lasted only 16 hours, just enough to let him know I was able to help with his pup.
Anyway, I'm glad we could rescue a dog. Alan has been asking for a dog for 11 years. And after we got Daschi, he tried to talk me into taking one of her sisters as well. Didn't happen. Even though I love dogs one dog is enough for me the rest of my life.