We adopted Lady Bird this week. We started fostering her back in November. In all of that time only two potential adopters have even asked about her. There’s just not a lot of demand for elderly, perennially terrified beagles with peanut-sized bladders. (The other night we caught her eying her own shadow warily.) With the alternative being to send her back to the SPCA, we’ve decided to serve as the old girl’s retirement home. She’s sweet, smart, and goofy, though, so I’m not complaining.