. . . when someone walks into the house for Thanksgiving Dinner and hands you a little black ball of canine that promptly snuggles up on your chest and falls asleep, well . . . thoughts about even something as important as the restoration of the Constitution go to the back of the mind.
Umbre explores the sitting room.
Umbre makes the rug his own.
Shayna tries to figure out who this little interloper is and why he fits on the Engineering Geek's lap.
Tired out from his adventures, Umbre naps under the polishing bench.
Now we have three dogs just in time for a mountain winter when we will experience those three dog nights.