Last October son #3 decided to move out to LA to pursue a career in production work. at the time he had a cute shepherd-terrier mix dog named Sasha. his former girlfriend wasn't able to take the dog, and son wasn't able to take the dog to LA, so guess who got the dog? that wasn't a hard one, was it? I swore I wasn't going to have another dog, but since dad already said "sure, we'll take her", I didn't have much choice. everything worked out ok, though. Sasha's a sweet girl, although it would be great if she didn't go crazy barking when anyone walks by, (especially the poor mailman!).