We’re dog sitting a 72 pound ball of dim-witted happiness for the next few days. And by we, I of course mean Mary since I’m headed out to South Manitou Island with a pack of kids from work for the next two days. His name is Conan and he seemed to get along just fine with our own two furballs while scampering at Lake Michigan tonight. But I suppose the real test will come when confined to an 800 square foot house.