Heeeeere's CALVIN!

Here he is, on the very first day he came home, and was transformed from "Alvin" to the much more theologically resonant "Calvin." So named by the extremely pious Jeff Podraza, at whose house Calvin was being introduced and adored by all. The humans had clear adult beverages and take out from CinCin. The canines raced around and later had kibble together. Calvin LIKES Nellie.

And here he is, several weeks later, lounging on the lounge on the front porch of the Wreakage. He comes over to play quite often. The elderly moys are only occasionally interested. Rory will play ("Get him, Rory! Get Calvin! Get him!") but Zero just stands aloof -- or rather, nervous -- and barks suspiciously. Calvin runs like a red streak. Calvin has already kilt one of our own personal backyard chipmunks.