Welcome Gigi

We got a new resident yesterday, Gigi, a 137-lb Neapolitan Mastiff. Probably easiest recognized as the breed of dog Fang was in the Harry Potter films (not the books - that was a type of Dane). She's a big, lazy sweetie.

I quite literally stumbled upon her while online, and her story was not only sad but really seem kismet in a way (see the Commenting on Myself post). After the visit on her turf a week ago, she came over to visit us yesterday, and I suppose it goes without saying it went well. She got along with the cats, the boys, seemed to not mind the digs - and so we're all settled in.

It's been, for what I realize has only been 24 hours, perhaps the easiest integration of an animal into our home ever. She's pretty perfect in that regard. The (incredibly nominal but I'll mention them not to seem too Pollyanna) downsides appear to only be that she drools like Niagra Falls after a drink of water and snores like a chainsaw. Not at all the end of the world. This is why we have tile, pergo and vinyl furniture.