I'm not even going to pretend that this post has anything to do with anthropology except that creating this post is part of procrastinating from essay writer's block.
So, here's a picture of my new pup. She's 10 months old, 50 pounds of sweet, sweet, sweetness. She's so sweet, in fact, I can't imagine how she made it on the streets of Detroit for 8 months before the cops found her.
