Or maybe a Grandbitch. I don't know.

Dear Daughter and boyfriend colluded to adopt a puppy that had been
rescued by a vet tech classmate of DD. He was found wandering in the
streets of Warrenton with a brother and sister who have since been
placed. He is, ostensibly, BF's dog.

Floyd appears to be a BC, or maybe a BC mix, probably 12-13 weeks of
age. And he's awfully damned cute. Looks just like Zane at that age.

The culprits fessed up yesterday, bringing him over hours after they
signed the papers and took custody. We ate burgers and then Floyd
climbed onto my lap, laid his head on my chest and fell fast asleep
while we watched "Slumdog Millionaire".

I could see DD nudging BF, grinning. Brat!

DD hazarded, "So maybe you wouldn't mind puppy-sitting for maybe an hour
or two, now and then?"

And so it starts....

I guess I should be glad it's not a baby.