A Labradoodle pup (named "Cookie") showed up in my yard on a very cold day. Cookie refused to leave, and this was what she looked like, shivering in the cold:

Somewhat irresistible. So I let Puff out for a closer look:

While this was going on, I noticed that Molly the Jack Russell Terrorist was having a conniption fit just inside the front door. I could not dare let her out, because she hates all animals even though for reasons best known to her she allows Puff to live -- albeit in a terrorized state. (She is all of fifteen pounds, to Puff's fifty seven, and she is female, leaving the good-natured Puff at a serious disadvantage.)

But I couldn't resist snapping a photo of as much as I dared without letting her out. Opening the door just a crack was enough to display her warmth and charm.

I did not raise Molly; I inherited her.

She allows me to live here, on probation.