Lady Claire Bailey

Todays post is coming not from Emerald, but rather her husband Eric. Yesterday, New Year's Eve, Emerald and myself were heading out the door to get the appropriate material components for some festive New Year's Eve beverages, when out from beneath the truck appears a surprise. It was the four-legged and furry kind of surprise. And it was cute...very cute.

Now, I am not a dog person (or at least I wasn't a dog person until I married Emerald and she came home one day holding a fuzzy black thing named Indiana saying, "Please don't kill me."), but this cute little thing somehow weaseled it's white and black spotted self into my heart a little too quickly.

When she was found she had a little leather collar and four paws of painted finger-nails. So for now we are assuming she was some child's Christmas present and that child will want her back. We walked around the neighborhood, but nobody had ever even seen her before. I went and put signs up this morning with my phone number. We will give it a week and if we hear nothing, well, Indy has needed a playmate, right?

In the meantime, we needed to call her something. So I present to you, Lady Claire Bailey; disturber of Indys, snatcher of chewies, and Queen of cuteness: