Steve and his wife adopted one also.
They got along great for about 15 minutes when they met the other night. Lots of sniffing and marking, but not even a hint of a growl. Then, food was introduced to the mix, and that changed everything. A bloody paw on Sasha was the only visible wound from the melee that ensued; impressive given the noise the two of them made. Our dog, Tyson, has been listening to commands better since that all went down though.
Last night was a pretty mellow night of a few beers and busting open some board games with Carolyn. Overall its been an unusually low key long weekend.
