I’m not sure what I should name him, but to give you an idea, he’s a 6-year-old 15 pound cream-colored miniature poodle with a tennis ball fetish. I’ve been looking for a dog like him for the last 4 months and had to drive down to Tinley Park (1 hour) to adopt him from a shelter down there — it was totally worth the wait and searching. I’m going to have to clean him up a bit before I take pictures. The old owners had given him up when they moved, and apparently, he wasn’t in the best condition. His name is Prince, but we’ll have to come up with a new name. I wonder what Emily will say when she sees him.