The New Dog

 Meet Chance.  On Saturday we drove down to an animal rescue to look at one dog and came home with a different one.  That's how it sometimes happens.

Chance is a Border Collie probably mixed with something else.  He's eight months old and came from a family that let him get away with all sorts of bad behavior.

He's also as smart as a whip, drives Murphy crazy (but they roughhouse  and play like long-lost brothers) and is as sweet as they come.

Other than his unfortunate desire to murder the chickens, he's fitting in very well.  Hopefully we'll work this out.