sprocket the dogI went home today for graduation parties of people that weren’t even in jr high when I graduated… so very old. Mom and dad had a brand new puppy that they got from Grandma and Grandpa H. Aparently the dog that was hanging around had a litter of four. The farm had been in need of a new animal ever since the dairy cows left over a year ago; those mangy cats don’t count. I named the dog Sprocket. He’s stil kind of shy, but seems to be doing fine. From his howling it sounds like we got lucky and ended up with a hound mix instead of a rottweiler. There’s a couple more pictures on Flickr.